Mena
“I’m sorry for what I said in the hospital,” Gian said unexpectedly. “I was angry, upset—but I should’ve never called you… that.”
I held back my smile, noticing that apologizing was difficult for him. A typical Fanucci trait. But just as with Alessio, I deserved the apology.
“It’s okay, and I forgive you,” I spoke, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Hopefully, everything could go back to the way it was in the beginning again.
By the beginning, I meant before he gave me a nickname and all of that. Becoming besties with my brother-in-law from hell was definitely out of the question.
“That’s it?” Gian tilted his head. “It’s okay, and you forgive me?”
“Yep,” I confirmed, rolling my shoulders back. “It’s okay, and I forgive you.”
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