“Your mother is calling me. I have to go.”
“Bye, Vittoria.”
After hanging up, I managed to get a few bites of chicken parm and salad down before I headed back to the bedroom to crawl under the covers. It wasn’t long before I nodded off. The next thing I knew, the bedroom door was flying open.
When I raised my head off the pillow, Bianca stood in the doorway. One look at me and she grimaced. “Oh fuck. It’s worse than I imagined.”
With a grunt, I pushed myself up in the bed. “Thanks for the support.”
Bianca strode across the room before dropping down beside me. “Hey, I just cut short my Hampton’s trip where I was going to be a model in the closing fashion show.”
My lips quirked. “You really do care.”
“You bet your ass I do.”
“Thanks, B.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about getting pregnant.”
“I couldn’t tell anyone. I was too afraid of it getting out.”
“Am I that big of a gossiper?”
“It’s not about gossip. It’s about accidentally slipping up.”
“I suppose you’re right. I guess I can’t be mad at you then.”
“You don’t know how many times I wanted to tell you. How I was desperate to have someone else to talk about it besides Vittoria.”
“Well, I’m here now. You know I’d do anything in the world for you, including face your father’s wrath.”
I gasped. “He called you? Vittoria was afraid he was going to call me.”
“I’m sure if you check your phone since your little nap, you’ll find he has.”
“Great. What did he say?”
She rolled her eyes before lowering her voice to sound like Father. “I expect you to get her ass to the airfield ASAP and on our plane back home!”
“Like he actually gives two shits about me. He just wants me in Philly to try to get Leo back.” With a mirthless laugh, I added, “Like that’s ever going to happen unless he holds a gun to Leo’s head.”
“Well, this is your father we’re talking about,” Bianca mused.
“Very true.”
Tilting her head at me, Bianca’s expression grew serious. “How bad was it?”
As Leo’s reaction played like a loop in my head, I shuddered. “Devastating. But how can I blame him? I deceived him, B. And in a way that is completely unforgivable.”
“Like you had a fucking choice!” Bianca protested.
“Yeah, that didn’t seem to matter to him.”
“Well, it probably will once he’s had a chance to cool off and really think about the situation. He knows what your father is capable of.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure he can ever get over it.”
