FIORELLA BIANCHI
Violeta and I shoot our eyes straight to the door in shock. I am literally shaking right now not because I feel scared, but because I am lying to the man I am falling in love with every time I see him. I am not even sure if he heard our conversation, but he does not look happy, which could mean that the call he made either did not end well or he really heard our conversation.
“Daddy!” Massimo comes running, holding a page in his hand.
Wait, did he just say daddy? Did Gabriele tell my son to call him daddy without even talking to me about it?
“Daddy?” Violeta whispers in my ear. I shrug, shaking my head.
Gabriele’s face glows brightly when he catches Massimo and lifts him up. My son genuinely brightened his mood.
“Look, daddy. This is me, this is you, and that is
