Chapter 207

Vincenzo's POV

It hadn't even been two days and Florence was already starting to feel like a prison.

Every room in the Sartori estate felt too polished, too controlled, too full of expectations I had no interest in meeting. Every conversation somehow circled back to the same thing—wedding dates, guest lists, alliances, appearances.

And through all of it, my mind stayed somewhere else.

Milan. Viv.