Emma’s POV:
I was coming to the conclusion that Matteo was a lot like one of those nesting dolls that my old neighbor used to have. Every time I would peel open a layer, expecting to find the real him, there was only ever another barrier to crack, another side of him to meet.
When he stormed into his father’s office, his eyes blazing something fierce, I was certain that it was over for us. He’d heard me disrespecting his father, and he wanted nothing more to do with me. Even when he spoke in that light, mocking drawl, I remained silent, knowing what was to come.
They continued to speak, and Lucas joined the conversation, but I didn’t bother listening. Instead I looked around the office, sipping on the last remains of my milkshake. There were framed pictures hung up on the walls and a
