Sophia's POV
Two days left.
I'd spent another sleepless night poring over my makeshift study materials, but every article I read just made it clearer how hopeless this situation was. Art therapy resources could only take me so far. I needed real knowledge, the kind that came from years of study.
There has to be someone in this house who can help me.
That's when I thought of Mrs. Henderson. The Romano family's head housekeeper had been with the family for over thirty years. She'd served Vito's mother, had attended countless social events, had probably seen more art auctions than most collectors.
She might know enough to help me survive this.
I found Mrs. Henderson in the main drawing room, carefully dusting the family portraits that lined the walls. She looked up when I entered, her w
