Chapter Fifteen

I switch my phone on in the morning and just as expected, I get an almost immediate call from Brett and Victoria. I groan groggily and turn on my side in my bed.

I answer with a weak, “Yeah?”

I can hardly hear them. They’re already shouting. I roll my eyes and wait for them to quiet down. There’s no way that I can explain myself like this. I say to them, “I can’t even hear you, you know that?”

“Why didn’t you tell us about Luca Ferrante!?” Brett says. “You willingly kept this information from us, you bitch!”

“I told you everything there is to know about that man.”

“You didn’t tell us he was a Greek god!” Victoria exclaims. “Well, a Roman god in this case. God, Laura. What were you thinking?”

“Yeah, why would you keep this from us?”

I can’t stand it. I sit up and tuck my hair behind my ears. “You two sound crazy, do you know that? Do you think that his appearance matters here? Do you think that I’d ever want to marry a man because of his good looks? He could have been an old man and I