A real smile broke over Bianca’s face. "He didn't tell you about me?"
I spoke up. "You told me you never wanted to be part of this world again. I respected that. I thought maybe you were happier if I just... let you go."
"Oh, Quin." She blinked back tears. "I was never happy about leaving you. Just—the rest of it."
"I know."
Julia, bless her, took charge. "Come on. You need champagne, food, and to meet Carlo. Fair warning: he's had a really rough twenty-four hours, so if he's less welcoming than usual, don't take it personally."
"Right. Family." She took a shaky breath. "Okay. Champagne first. Then I'll face everyone."
As we headed toward the bar, Bianca leaning on my arm, I caught Julia's eye over my sister's head.
She's in trouble,Julia mouthed.
I know,I mouthed back.
But tonight was for celebrating. For family. For having my sister back after twelve years.
Tomorrow, I'd find out what kind of trouble had brought her home.
But tonight—tonight I was just grateful she was here.
Chapter 42
Julia
The rest of the reception passed in a blur of introductions and laughter and carefully avoided questions.
Bianca charmed everyone she met. Carlo, despite his exhaustion and the stress of the previous night, welcomed her warmly. Uncle Riccardo nearly cried at seeing his niece again. Emilio and Gina pulled her into the fold like she'd never left.
I hoped it helped ground her. She’d seemed like a fish out of water at first, but now she started to relax and enjoy herself. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on. Something bad.
At least tomorrow, we’d find out what it was.
When the reception finally wound down—after the bouquet toss and the garter removal and more dancing than I'd done in years—Quentin and I said our goodbyes and headed toward the elevator and the penthouse suite Carlo had arranged as a wedding gift.
Bianca caught Quentin at the door.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "For not pushing tonight. For letting me just... be here."
"You're my sister. You're always welcome." He squeezed her shoulder. "Where are you staying?"
"The Marriott. Not far from here."
"Text me when you get there. Let me know you're safe."
"I will."
"And Bianca?" He waited until she met his eyes. "Whatever you're running from—we'll figure it out together. You're not alone anymore."
Her eyes filled, but she nodded. "Thanks Quin."
She hugged him one more time, then turned to me. "Take care of him. He acts tough, but he's a softie."
"I know," I said, smiling. "It's my favorite thing about him."
"Ready to go, Mrs. Vanetti?"
