"He won't be there," I said. "He doesn't know Sophie."
"But he knows Sophie's fiancé," Ella said. "Business partners. I checked."
My grip tightened.
"Then..." my voice came out hoarse. "Then I'll be careful."
"Careful of what?" Ella turned to look at me. "Careful so he doesn't see Leo? Olivia, can you be careful for the rest of your life?"
I didn't answer.
The living room went quiet. Car sounds drifted in from outside, then faded away.
"When are you going to tell him?" Ella asked.
"Tell him what?"
"That Leo exists."
I was silent for a long time.
"I'm not going to tell him."
"Olivia."
"The contract has two months left," I cut her off. "After that, I'm taking Leo back to France. He won't know."
"You sure about that?"
"I'm sure."
Ella sighed.
"What about Juliet?" she asked. "You're just going to leave her like that?"
My fingers tightened around the glass.
"I..." my voice caught. "I don't have a choice."
"You do have a choice," Ella said. "You could tell Ezio about Leo, you could negotiate with him, you could—"
"And then what?" I cut her off, my voice rising. "Then what does he do? Does he let me stay? Or does he take Leo away from me?"
"He's Leo's father."
"He's also Juliet's father," I said. "And he still took Juliet away from me."
Ella went quiet.
"Olivia," she said, her voice soft. "That was five years ago. He's changed."
"How has he changed?"
"He—" Ella paused. "I've seen him."
I froze.
"When?"
