The drive to the mall is quick, and Andrea enjoys the crisp air flowing through the open windows. The city buzzes around her, and she watches as people bustle about, each immersed in their own stories.
Sofia sits in the small café just off the hospital grounds, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. Across from her, Isabella stirs her own drink absentmindedly, both of them caught up in the whirlwind of recent events surrounding their friends.
"I still can't believe Andrea is back," Sofia says, shaking her head. "I thought we'd seen the last of her when she left for London. And now, with her back in the picture, I can't help but worry about Marilena and Christian."
