He seemed to notice the sadness on my face. Almost right away, his voice softened a little. “Deep down, I think you’re a good person. You just hide it under a lot of money and bad manners.”
I swallowed hard. “You should meet me when I’m at home, Luca. I’m not like this at home. This is… this is fake. This is what I have to be.”
He shook his head slowly. “You don’t think you’re as good as you are. You always think the worst about yourself. Or maybe you want me to think the worst. I’m sure you’re not like your father made you to be. You were worried about Leon getting sick. A truly cold person wouldn’t do that.”
My throat felt tight. It was the first time anyone had ever thought that maybe I wasn’t just my mistakes or what people called me.
“I’ve never really gotten to live life, Luca,”
