ARYA?

Arya marveled at how her legs still functioned. After Leonardo had her folded like a lawn chair in all sorts of positions last night, here she was, tending to babies and their mothers the next day.

Gloria approached with a smile. “Mrs. Marcello, good morning.”

“Ah, Gloria. Good morning. How was your night?” Arya asked, recalling that Gloria had been attacked by kidnappers just days ago.

“Very good, except for the nightmares. I haven’t been able to reach the Mother Superior for days now. Do you know where she might be?” Gloria asked.

“The last time I saw her was on the day of the incident. I assumed she took the kidnappers to the police, but it’s been days. She should be back by now,” Arya replied, her concern growing.

“I hope she’s okay. The courtesans are not to be messed with,” Gloria said, her tone filled with worry.

Arya's curiosity was piqued. “Speaking of the courtesans, do you know anyone named Lima?”

Gloria’s face lit up. “Of course, I do. She was our Madam’s d