Ginevra
My thoughts circle around the fact that I haven’t set up a written last will yet as I try to dodge the bullet.
“Erm… Is he the guy you brought into the shop last month? And then attacked me on the dance floor as we were dancing?”
At least my condescending tone gets her off her tracks for a bit. Her happy expression falls slightly, and I see her confusion grow. “Yes. Ruggerio.”
I shake my head, trying to build up my non-existent poker face.
“I never met him other than in those moments.”
She looks at me confused while munching on her lunch. “Huh?!”
“Elisabetta, I’m engaged.”
She looks at me shocked, the sparkle in her eyes gone. “You two got engaged and he didn’t tell me?” I see sadness taking over and I put my hand on her forearm to soothe her. “No, no, Ellie. Not to your b
