FALLON
“Are you going to let her speak to me this way!” his father demands, and I can see Leone is livid that I didn’t just keep my mouth shut. I have been called a w***e one too many times, and it’s not even lunch so he can’t expect me to just accept it.
“What I said was purely an observation, but if the shoe fits,” I shrug, folding my arms across my chest.
Leone’s eyes meet mine, wide with surprise, and for a moment, I see something flicker in them. Beside Vittorio, Milo has risen from his seat, his expression a mix of shock and amusement.
Vittorio’s face, however, is a mask of fury, his eyes narrow into slits. “Is that so?” he hisses. “Perhaps you’re too bold for your own good, signorina.”
Milo is by my side, his hand grabbing my arm. “I guess that is my cue to escort her out. Leon
