Chapter 18 Poisoned Gift

• After what happened early this morning, I went to sleep without even bothering or caring about Luca. That demon deserves to be sad for believing a mere rumor about my father.
• Before I could get up from the bed, Maria walked in with a silver tray which contains a necklace and my usual morning coffee.
• I stared at it through the steam rising from my cup, the antique pearls catching the Mediterranean light streaming through the breakfast room windows. Delicate. Expensive. Beautiful.