ELODIE'S POV~
I didn't run into Dante at the company today.
Honestly, I'd stopped keeping track of when I saw him and when I didn't. It used to matter. I used to notice, I used to feel something when he walked past my floor without stopping, or when I caught a glimpse of him in the elevator and he looked right through me like I was part of the wall.
Now it's just... normal.
Noon came around and I was staring at my computer screen, not really seeing anything, when my phone buzzed.
And I saw it was Nonna.
"Elodie, dear. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet—"
"Harris Garden. Twenty minutes. I'm already ordering appetizers, so don't dawdle."
She hung up.
That woman. Seventy-something years old and still bossing everyone around like she ran the world. Maybe she did, in her own way. But I loved h
