~Amara.
Fiancée? Was Vita actually pulling my legs right now? Because why would Nero marry me if he was engaged to another woman?
Vita smirked, watching my reaction as her information hit home.
"Are you shocked?" she cooed. "I figured you'd be. See? This is why you should know your place around here and stick to it, because Nero's mine; he'll always be mine, so don't even try."
Before I could even stutter out some sort of retort, another voice cut in sharply.
“Vita.”
We both turned around to see Marco standing behind us, his black eyes glaring with such fierce intensity at Vita. He was still in his best man suit, though he had taken off his bow tie, and his blond hair was mussed up. His open-collar silk shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a nice slice of white skin and a chain
