Upon hearing the name "Rossi," Aurora hissed softly, memories flashing through her mind—Nora and Madam Rossi confronting her in the hotel, accusing her of sharing beds with wealthy men.
The bitterness from that day lingered, but Aurora had learned to shrug off their spiteful remarks.
She sat back on the bed, her body relaxing into the soft covers as if she didn't have a care in the world.
Ava, still standing in the middle of the room, was stunned by Aurora's calm demeanor.
Aurora waved a hand dismissively at her.
"Forget about it," she said, her voice casual. "Anything involving Madam Rossi and Nora Rossi is nothing to worry about. They only try to peck at me, annoy me. That's all."
Ava shook her head, stepping closer. "No, ma'am, it's different from what you think it is. It's an emergency message from Nana Rossi."
Aurora's face immediately changed.
