LORENZO’S P.O.V.
Two days after the gala, father found his way to my house. I was on a call with Leo’s potential new teacher when father walked into my office. I held up a hand to show him that I needed him to wait.
I couldn’t leave Leo at home doing nothing and I didn’t want to send him to a school until I was sure that I had things under control. The woman I was speaking to was a second cousin of Matteo’s and he vouched for her, According to him, she had worked with children all her life and she would be perfect for Leo. Over the phone, I could see it. She seemed patient and calm.
“Be at my house on Thursday at 7 a.m. Do not be late,” I hung up as soon as I had said that and turned to father. “To what do I owe the pleasure, father?”
“Your gala was a disaster,” he didn’t waste any tim
