The private jet landed at Neravalles hanger at exactly six the next day.
Big Ben rose to his feet and found Valentina sleeping with her babies who were also sleeping in their secured seats beside her.
He turned to Bianca who returned his gaze.
"I guess we're here," she said.
"We are. But if you don't mind waiting here, I'll just call Mr Moretti quickly."
"Okay."
He nodded, and walked towards the exit of the jet as he dialled.
Valentina opened her eyes only seconds after.
"I thought you were asleep, baby?" Bianca asked, seeing her awake.
"I was. But I've been awake for a while. We've arrived at our destination, I take it?"
Bianca took a deep breath, ready to go down this path that would possibly break the trust her daughter had in her.
"We have. And before you step out, I must tell you about our destination."
"Don't bother." She cut her off.
"But baby–"
"I know we're in Neravalle, Mama."
Bianca stiffened. "You– you know? How?"
