I reach the bar and sit back down on the stool. I grab the cutlery, pull the plate towards me, and start eating breakfast very calmly. I think about everything that happened and laugh to myself like a madwoman. I can't believe I considered Alessandro as Gio's boyfriend when she didn't even give me a name. I let myself be guided by Daemon's brutish jealousy, and now at this moment, I can only imagine that he's believing in his thick skull that it's his best friend courting his sister, and I don't plan on telling him he's wrong. I could call him, say it's not the movie he made up in his head, but no. Let him keep assuming nonexistent situations just so he learns to ask. He did it with me, assumed Dante was mine, that the father was some man from my past, and didn't have the courage to ask me
