“What was all that about?” I asked, taking a cocktail from Samuel’s hands.
“Nothing” he bluntly replied, a hint of anger still present in his tone. I raised my brows with disbelief and sipped at my drink. Samuel lowered his shoulders and relaxed his expression.
“I’ll tell you another time, I don’t want to think about that piece of s**t right now”
I’ve never heard Samuel use bad language before. I can tell that he has a real hatred for Franco, I wanted to find out why. Samuel shook his emotions away and smiled at me.
“Forget him, let’s just enjoy the party while we can” he diverted the conversation.
An hour has passed and everyone is mingling with each other. I have had a few cocktails and I was starting to feel a bit tipsy. Ever since Ezio had finished his conversation with the thr
