Chapter 72 Sweet Facade
- For a fleeting moment, disbelief and confusion tangled inside Fabrizio as his eyes locked on the open door of Fiorella’s house.
- Tommaso gripped two small suitcases with steady hands, while Fiorella’s mother stood beside him, her face heavy with the weight of the moment.
- “Son of a bitch,” Fabrizio growled under his breath, his jaw tightening in a rigid line, fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white.