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“Such a pity,” she sighs.
My eyebrow lifts, and my voice sounds almost playful as I ask, “Now you’re sighing at me?”
“Tit for tat,” she chuckles.
The corner of my mouth lifts, and I give her a sideways hug.
“When things quiet down, we should take a vacation. Where would you like to go?”
She thinks for a while, then answers, “The house in Manhattan. Just the two of us.”
“That’s not much of a vacation,” I mention.
“It doesn’t matter where you take me, Damiano. I just want to spend time with you without work interfering.”
Ever since she was blinded, she lost interest in traveling to foreign countries. There’s a stabbing sensation in my chest, and for the millionth time, I wish I could kill my father all over again.
“I’m going to head to bed,” I say as I help Mamma to her feet.
“Try to sleep in tomorrow.”
“I have a meeting at nine.”
She shakes her head, not looking pleased.
I take Mamma back to her sitting room, where Aunt Greta is busy watching TV. Gabriella must’ve returned to her suite.
Once Mamma takes a seat in her favorite armchair, I press a kiss on the top of her head. I spare Aunt Greta a nod before leaving the room.
My phone starts to ring as I head upstairs, and seeing Dario’s name, I answer, “What took you so long to call me back?”
“I was having sex.”
Shaking my head, I mutter, “There’s a meeting at my club at nine tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll be there.”
The call ends, and I shove the device back into my pocket while shaking my head again.
The last thing I needed to hear was that Dario just had sex.
I hope it was a one-night stand and nothing serious, or I’m fucking stuck with Gabriella.
Chapter 10
Gabriella
With Damiano home, I’ve spent the entire day in my bedroom making a skincare tutorial.
Things were tense at breakfast, so I skipped lunch. When Martha came to check on me, I told her I was working and not to worry about me.
Knowing I can’t miss dinner, I check my appearance in the mirror. I’m wearing a short, black cocktail dress with a low-halter top.
“You can survive dinner with Damiano,” I whisper before I leave my room.
I walk down the hallway, and as I come around a bend, my eyes land on Damiano, who’s coming from the other wing. I slow my pace so he’ll head down the stairs before me.
His eyes only touch on me for a split second, and he doesn’t say anything.
