Chapter 220

The next morning, Chiara woke up with a pounding headache and winced as sunlight hit her straight in the face.

“Ugh… who the hell opened the curtains?” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head.

“Language, Chiara!” came her mom Viviana’s voice—sharp and disapproving.

That snapped Chiara awake real quick. “God forbid your father sees this guitar. He’ll lose it again,” Viviana muttered, annoyed. “