Mia
On the way back to the living room, me and Evelyn’s gazes collided, and she looked at me with disdain. I ignored her, and Doménico approached me.
“So, Alessandro's fiancée,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Yes,” I admitted, even though it wasn’t true.
“Doménico,” Alessandro came to us, held me possessively by the waist, and spoke to his friend or associate. I don't know, at this point, who is who, and I thought it was better not to know.
“It's good to have you back,” Alessandro addressed our companion.
“You know that when one of us is in trouble, we quickly organize. I must admit I don't like the idea of you leaving the business, but it's understandable. It's clear you want to start a family,” Doménico said, and I felt a flutter in my chest at the thought of Alessandr
