THIRD PERSON’s POV
“The high and mighty Lorenzo Morelli.”
The voice cut through the park noise like a blade, thick with a Russian accent and dripping with mockery.
Adrienne whipped around first, Lorenzo a split second behind her, both staring up at the tall figure now planted squarely in their way.
Cropped blond hair, sharp cheekbones, and pale gray eyes raked over Lorenzo from his ridiculous devil-horn headband down to his salmon pink shirt, heart necklace, and Mickey Mouse sunglasses.
A taunting smirk curled his lips, like he’d just stumbled on the funniest joke of the year.
“Cute necklace,” he said, voice loud enough for nearby families to glance over. “I didn’t know you liked pink so much. That sparkly car out front yours too?”
Lorenzo’s jaw twitched, the only crack in his ca
