Emma’s POV:
Seeing my family was just what I needed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still thought about Matteo a lot. I cursed him and Catherine in my head non-stop, but it was a lot easier to distract myself from the anger when I was watching cheesy hallmark movies with Riza and Riley or looking at cool Christmas lights with my mom and Nora.
The night after Christmas, I’d told Maman about what had happened with Matteo. Within reason, obviously. I didn’t just walk up to my mother and blurt out, “Hey, Maman, so I’m fake dating a f*****g mob boss to get info out of him— is there any hot chocolate left?”
That would’ve ended well.
No, what happened was this. I’d been glaring at the ceiling of my bedroom, fantasizing about all the different ways I was going to kill Matteo and Catherine,
