Noise trickled into the silence that Becca doused herself in. People debating on something, Leo's voice was the first one she registered. He was refusing something. The other voice belonged to Fernanda and somehow, Becca's name spewed its way into their conversation. With eyes sealed shut, Becca was unable to decipher what the discussion was about since they kept switching from English to Italian and back.
So much for wallowing in tranquil stillness while reminiscing about the past. Becca's eyes flickered open when she heard Fernanda's voice again, this time asking where she was.
Sighing, Becca forced herself off the chair and back into the house, to the source of the noise. The dining hall. The sound of Becca's slippers against the marble tile made the people at the table turn, snatching their attention away from the breakfast in front of them and whatever they were conversing about. A smile illumine Fernanda's face while annoyance and frustration shadowed Leo's.
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