Before Emilia spoke, Dante said out loud.
“We need three days to think about this and make a decision.” He said calmly but the facial expression from the Moretti showed they were not happy.
Emilia wanted to argue but she kept quiet.
A loud scoff cut through the tension.
Celia rolled her eyes so dramatically it almost echoed. “She doesn’t even need to think about it,” she snapped. “This is the best deal she’ll ever get. We’re handing this to her on a platter of gold. A smart person would jump on it.”
Dante turned his head slightly, gaze sharpening. “You’re speaking more for yourself than for her,Celia. It’s obvious you all need Emilia more than she needs you all.” His voice dipped, cool and taunting. “It’s so obvious..”
Celia opened her mouth in outrage, ready to spit back, but Mr. M
