CHAPTER TEN“What is going on?”
The Contessa stormed into her salon.
“And where is Signore Papagallo?”
She then stared at the open window, her thin black eyebrows arched with rage.
“Did I not see him, just now, flying away over the rooftops?”
“If you are referring to that useless bird, he has just bitten my finger to the bone!” Algernon growled, clutching Rosella to him with one arm and waving the other hand in the air to show off his injury.
“It was my absolute pleasure to fling him out of the window!”
The Contessa gave him a black look, but she said no more on the subject, but instead she turned her fury onto Rosella.
“Why did you not tell me that you were fidanzata?” she shouted. “And that you have promised to marry this gentleman?”
“I did not promise anything,” Rosella gasped.
