Matteo POV
Matteo sat at the breakfast table, his mind far from the conversation, still processing the whirlwind that had been the night before.
"Matteo?" his mother asked sharply, snapping him back to reality.
"Hmm?" He looked up to see Sophia staring at him.
“Where’s Ellie?” The little girl questioned, wanting to know where her loving nanny was.
“She’s... uh, resting,” Matteo replied, his mind drifting back to the sight of Elizabeth stumbling around, trying to take off her clothes.
"Resting?" Francesca raised a brow, clearly suspicious. He knew exactly what his mother was thinking.
Matteo waved it off, signaling a nearby staff member. “Bring up something for Elizabeth. She’s... going to need it.” The staff nodded, understanding the silent request for hangover remedies.
“She’s um—
