Chiara
Domenico cleared his throat, causing me to jerk away. What the hell did I do? How did I let my emotions take control of me and then hug him? Damn it.
“I… I didn’t mean to… I got a bit overwhelmed and…” I stuttered, my face flushed.
“Sign the papers and give them to Abel when you’re done.” He paused, then continued. “My friends will be coming over for dinner tomorrow—it’s impromptu, and I had to inform you. I’m sorry if I ruined your sleep,” he muttered under his breath.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Also, one of them works with this agency. She’d help you out with finding your footing,” he muttered.
“Thank… thank you.” I bowed slightly, still in shock.
Never once did I expect this from him. And Becky—that loudmouth. I had secretly been trying out agencies… small ag
