Her room was supposed to be perfect.
It was one of the biggest rooms in the house—everyone said so. High ceiling, tall windows, sunlight that poured in during the day and turned the white curtains almost gold. Long ago, when she was younger, every brother had contributed something to it. A bookshelf from one. The desk from another. The window seat Matteo himself had approved because "she needs light to think."
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