Chapter 166

Author’s POV. Sofia woke up to the quiet hum of the early morning, her body sore in that deeply satisfying way that made her cheeks flush just remembering why. She stretched—gingerly—like a cat, her legs tangling in silky sheets, and blinked up at the high ceiling of the triplet’s guest house master bedroom. The scent of rose petals and something a little more sinful still clung to the air. She smiled. No—she grinned, slow and smug, because last night? Last night was a movie. A scandal. A sacred ritual. A group effort that deserved an Olympic medal and a Vatican ban all at once. Sliding out of bed quietly, she tiptoed over the chaos of discarded towels, a suspicious-looking whipped cream can, and—was that a sock stuck to the wall? Okay. They were definitely banned from bath bombs and wine combos forever. She wrapped herself in her robe, trying to remember which leg was currently operational and which one was still on strike, and made it halfway to the kitchen when— “HE STOLE MY PANDA!”