Chapter 84
- As we stepped into the kitchen, Enrico finally loosened his hold on me. Chiara stood waiting,
- attempting—and failing—to stifle her enormous grin. From behind me came a quiet chuckle, and I whipped around to find Enrico struggling to hide his amusement, his expression softened by the humor glinting in his eyes.
- “Come on, Ella. You know he had it coming,” he laughed, his grin lopsided.