So, at that moment, Cecilia turned her head slightly and offered Valentina a soft, reassuring smile. It was the kind of smile that seemed to ease the air, gentle and practiced—like the smile of someone who had lived through a thousand storms and knew just how to quiet a rising wind.
"My dear," Cecilia said, her voice calm and smooth, "you're worrying far too much. You should feel as if nothing is wrong. Truly. Nothing is going to be wrong."
Valentina looked at her, still slightly tense, her eyes filled with uncertainty.
"I just need to see someone," Cecilia continued. "A very good friend of mine. That's all this is. A short visit. A moment of kindness. And we'll be heading back pretty soon after the meeting."
Valentina blinked, her brows knitting together slightly. "A friend?"
Cecilia nodded again, this time her tone a little brighter. "Yes. Someone important. And, in fact, someone you should meet as well. She's family."
Valentina tilted her head, confused.
