Elena
"What else did he tell you?" Rafael asked. He had been bothering me the whole time about what other thing Enzo had told me.
"Can't we just enjoy this dinner? I mean, eat your food," I pointed to the dish in front of him.
"No, I can't. I know Enzo, and I'm sure my birthday is not the only thing he told you."
"Well, you're right about that." I smirked, face down and pretending to concentrate on the plate in front of me.
"Oh no." He rolled his eyes and locked his fingers at the back of his head.
"He told me all your scandalous and dangerous secrets," I said, now lifting my head with a sly smile.
"I do have many scandalous secrets," he smirked. "Well, can you at least pretend he didn't tell you those things—whatever he told you?"
"Are you really afraid of needles or were at least
