EMERALD
Marcus couldn't wait until we got home, sharing the news about my "treatment" with his parents, and then Francesca's. He was much closer to them that I had realized, and I wondered if that was how it was in the past life. Francesca was the extremely jealous type, as she has proven time and time again, so I couldn't see a situation where she'd let that happen.
"I hope you don't mind me telling my folks and yours," he asked, after the call and I shot him a sacharine smile. The sides of my mouth quivered from how hard it was to maintain my smile. I was anything but amused.
"I don't mind."
If he could read my mind, he would see an image of me trying to strangle him. He had asked me if I didn't mind after he'd done whatever he felt like. We were at Leonardo's office barely thirty
