Laughter and sheet masks

Sienna's POV

The day passed slowly, as if the sun itself had decided to rest with us. The air inside the house was warm and calm, sunlight slipping lazily through the tall windows. After breakfast, Fiammetta had declared it a “no responsibilities” day. No training, no duties, no work, and absolutely no men. Mama had laughed and agreed instantly, saying it was long overdue.

We stayed in the living