Then Camila appeared, heels clicking against the pavement. She slipped effortlessly into Leonardo’s side, her hand looping through his arm as if it belonged there.
“Thank you for last night,” she said softly, looking up at him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
I stepped back, unwilling to witness any more.
As I turned away, I heard her laugh lightly.
“She’s always so quiet, isn’t she? Sometimes I forget she’s even there.”
Whatever Leonardo replied didn’t matter anymore.
He had already chosen—again and again. And this time, I was finally choosing myself.
Anastasia's POV
Just as Aunt Lyra stepped down from the porch to welcome me, she froze halfway, her keen eyes darting from my face to the two figures standing beside me. I recognized that look immediately—she was about to speak her mind. I didn’t give her the chance.
“Mom asked me to drop these off for you,” I said smoothly, gesturing toward the stacked boxes. “Some of the items won’t last long, so you might want to organize them as soon as possible.”