Chapter 70
Lorenzo
When I knocked on Ella’s front door, I had to check if I had the right house. Not that there were any other houses in the neighborhood that came close to the house rented out by the Meyers, but because the girl that stood in front of me looked nothing like my girlfriend.
She rolled her eyes and locked the door behind her as I backed off the steps. “You do not get to say a word about what you are thinking of, Lorenzo,” Ella almost snarled. “I know what I look like.”
I pinched my lips together, trying—and failing—not to seem as if I wasn’t amused by all this. “What are you talking about? You look beautiful, love!” I called out as she revved the engine of the car.
Another roll of those beautiful, amethyst eyes had me grinning like a bastard. I hiked my bag up on my sho
