Stefano's Perspective:The front door clicked open, and I pulled it ajar, blocking the entrance. "Tara.""Stefano", she greeted, "you should show up when your father asks to see you.""You shouldn't, though," I retorted, holding my ground in the doorway. "It's nine in the morning; it's only been a few hours since I got back to New York.""It's been long enough. Your father wants to see you; he's been asking since you landed.""Right... What was it, at four in the morning?"She sighed, giving me a pointed look. "Stefano.""Tara", I responded blankly, maintaining eye contact."Just do as I say, all right?""And why should I do that?""Mother's benefit," she shrugged.I raised a brow. "Good thing you're not my mother.""I'm your father's wife. Step-mother benefit," she smiled, reaching up to pat my cheek. "You've been gone for nearly eight months, and now you're back. At the end of the day, he's your father; come see him. Hmm?"My jaw ticked as I continued to stare at her. "Fine. I'll dr
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