Before the Council Named Me Donna
His expression shifted just enough for me to know he had noticed the missing brooch, but before he could speak, Nico Ferretti leaned back beside me and laughed.
My childhood rival, my family’s favorite nuisance, and the only person in the room rude enough to enjoy a public disaster.
“Interesting seating arrangement,” Nico said. “I thought Elena was De Luca’s wife.”
The table went quiet.
Vanessa lifted her glass. “Wife? Matteo, I thought you were allergic to marriage.”
Everyone looked at him. For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine.
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