Enzo nodded. “Okay, where should I start—Serena?” “What are you looking at me for?” “You’re the one who texted me while I had a special date with Britney and M—“ “Just tell him the thing I texted you!” I snapped, not caring about whatever activities he had before all of this. “Oh, right.” Enzo g
“All of that because I didn’t have his back?” I whispered to myself. Johnny rushed to Luca’s side—while Enzo slammed his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t take it personally. He’s always been like that—whining like a little child.” “Yes, I know.” I folded my arms. “But leaving me behind?” “With me.”
“I was watching a movie.” “And I said I made you tea.” Christian rested his chin on his hand, eyeing me suspiciously. “Is it poisoned?” Poisoned? “N-no!” I spoke, offended. How dared he? “Why would I poison you?” “I don’t know, Serena. Why would you?” Christian sighed, raising his eyebrows. I
It was a bright and sunny day, filled with talks and laughter. The Lamberti estate was full of guests, including different families who were all present for Lucio’s birthday party. His birthday was two weeks ago, but today felt like a good day to celebrate his existence. A month had passed since ev
The only one who had missed the family tradition was Enzo, who was still at the resort with Luca, trying to fix whatever this twisted family situation had done to him. I couldn’t accept this necklace for my daughter—but I couldn’t disrespect Lucio either. Just nod and smile. Cesca placed Siena on
“Thank you.” Cesca’s lips trembled in fear at the new nickname I had made up for her. “I appreciate that.” “Now that I know your mother will be in good hands, I can finally be at peace.” Lucio let out a heavy breath. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.” Those were the exact words he had sp
Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian. “It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I s
“Right!” The woman agreed. “He can’t even take a compliment without doing that weird thing with his—“ “Eyes!” I finished her sentence, laughing. “The blinking thing?” “Yes!” “Wait—how do you know Dario?” The thought had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks of it, she knew him very well. A bit to