Nonna was seventy years old and moved with the kind of grace that came from decades of managing a household and keeping a family together. She was wearing a dark dress with her silver hair pulled back in a neat bun, and the moment she saw them, her face transformed.
"Dimitri!" she cried out, rushing toward him. "You're back. Thank God. I've been so worried..."
"Nonna," Dimitri said, catching her as she threw her arms around him. "It's fine. Everything is fine."
"Fine?" she said, pulling back to look at him. "You disappear to an island for two weeks, and I hear rumors about an assassination attempt, and you tell me it's fine?"
Behind her, several staff members were pretending not to listen while definitely listening.
"It's handled," Dimitri said firmly. "No one was hurt. The threat has been eliminated. Everything is under control."
Nonna's eyes moved to Eve, and her expression softened slightly.
"Eve, cara," she said, moving to embrace her. "Welcome home. How was the island?"
