Quattro

The clover has four petals. Not three. Not five.

Four is the number of times you almost turned away — from a person, a place, a version of yourself — and chose to stay instead. Not because it was easy. Because something in you recognised it was worth it.

Quattro doesn't celebrate luck. It celebrates the quieter choice: to remain. To return. To hold on to something real when everything around you made leaving easier.

Five charms, one for each time. You know which moments they are.