My Mafia Mate
I replied, attempting nonchalance.
Marina’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “If the engagement party even happens,” she said, her tone dripping with insinuation. “No ring, either?”
I met her gaze squarely, trying to decipher what lay behind those enigmatic eyes. “We… decided against a ring,” I lied. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Marina chuckled, her hand reaching out to squeeze my shoulder with an almost maternal affection. “Just teasing, darling. I’m sure it’ll be the event of the season. Though,” she added with a smirk, “it’s always hard to predict the future.”
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