Battle of Wits

Sienna’s POV

Silence stretches in the room after Camilla’s suggestion, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

I feel my stomach knot, my throat dry. She’s done this on purpose, backed me into a corner where saying no would make me the villain.

The triplets exchange looks.

Then, Lorenzo speaks first, slow and deliberate. “That’s a bad idea.”

Donato doesn’t even glance at her. “No.”

Emilio, who