Lorenzo’s POV
“Talia has been sulking all day. She has locked herself in the room and has refused to eat since morning. You have to go talk to her."
I blinked, taking in the information. She had taken Maria’s confrontation a little bit too seriously, and her eyes were brimming with tears when she made her way to her room.
“You could’ve been a lot nicer to her?” I said, sliding my hands into my pocket.
“I admit I was wrong, sir. I promise it won’t happen again, but I assumed she was one of those cheapskates who love hanging around you for materialistic purposes.” Maria apologized.
Only one person could’ve put her up to this: my sister, Marissa.
As much as I deeply loved her, I abhorred having my personal space and decision nitpicked. I made a mental note to speak to her about her
