Chapter 9
Sunday, after the party, Angelo was hanging out at the Mills' household assuming things would be okay with him and Venezia despite their conversation at the end of the night the previous night.
"Morning Ven, you look good."
Venezia sighed, a coffee cup in her hands as she turned around to see Angelo walk into the kitchen. They were currently alone.
"Hi, Angelo." Venezia felt her palms start to sweat but chose to believe it didn't mean anything.
All she could think about was what he was trying to do and why he was putting in so much effort into something that was a lost cause. Whatever they could have had, that possibility ended years ago.
"Hey, I was thinking... we should stop by Teddie's Diner tonight. You, Galen, and I used to go there almost every day when we were
