A knock at the front door took the woman by surprise. Her eyes darted to the clock, 7:13. She wasn't expecting any visitors. Who could be at her door this early on a Sunday?
Leaving her freshly prepared ingredients, the woman made her way to the door and peered through the decorative glass. A familiar face. She opened the door without hesitation.
"Veer. Ilaria!"
"Hi Bella. Can I leave Ila with you for a few hours?"
"Sure. Is everything okay?"
"Gemma and I need to talk and sort some things out. I'd rather Ila not hear us."
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