Chiara
Sylvia stared in disbelief.
“She attacked me! You saw it! And you’re asking about her hand? I’m the one who’s hurt!”
“She used that hand to hit you; she must be hurting,” he muttered.
She froze. I froze too.
For a second, I didn’t understand what he was doing until I realized. So this was how far he was willing to go just to gain my trust? He’d rather fake concern for my hand than for his best friend, the one I had just struck?
“Domenico! What has come over you?” Sylvia sobbed.
“Leave us. Before I do something I’ll regret,” Domenico’s voice turned cold.
“I… I should leave?” Sylvia’s face crumpled. “You should warn your uncultured wife, who chose to attack me, not send me out! I won’t take this. If she lacks manners, then I’m not the person she should show it off to!”
“Sylvi
