“Enzo. Don’t forget. Dinner at the house tonight. Eight sharp. Don’t be late.”
My father said it the second our meeting ended. It was just me and Dale left in the room.
“Yes, Dad,” I said.
“The Ledesmas are coming,” he added. “We’ll talk about you and Shopie.”
I didn’t answer. My hands curled into fists on the table.
I’d been counting down to this dinner for days. I knew what it was for. My father had plans for me and Shopie. Fine. So did I.
Tonight, I was bringing Bella. As my wife. No more hiding.
Her world and Shopie’s were already getting too small anyway. Bella told me how she found out about me and Shopie. The staff talked. She heard them saying I was being set up with Shopie. Dale confirmed it.
Good. At least she knew who she was up against.
“I’ll leave you to it,”
