Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on me. I felt like my skin was on fire.
Camilla still hadn't let go of Damian's arm. And he wasn't pulling away either. The words echoed in my head again. They were going to meet his parents. Something burned inside my chest, a dull, suffocating ache.
"Lorenzo. Lorenzo De Luca."
I blurted out the name without thinking. My childhood friend. We'd seen each other last month at a party. He'd barely been around since he went back to Italy. That night, he told me he came back just for me. But then I got drunk, and I didn't remember anything after that.
Nathaniel clicked his tongue. "Elena, you're unbelievable. Don't ever tell anyone you're my sister."
He stormed out, furious.
Damian's gaze went cold. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, eye
