*Jacopo’s POV*
The next morning, I found Sophia in the back corner of the garden, seated on a white wrought-iron bench beneath an old tree. A thick novel was perched between her hands, and her dark curls spilled freely around her shoulders like a wild mane.
"Good morning," I greeted her with a nod.
"Good morning, Jacopo. Are you going somewhere?" she asked as she nodded to the bag in my left hand.
I took her hand and led her toward the front of the manor, "We. We are going somewhere. Go upstairs and pack a bag. Pack an outfit to explore outside, a bathing suit, and something to wear for dinner."
Sophia's eyes widened with excitement, and she leaned into me, "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise," I winked at her and gave her a playful nudge.