Lindsay sits up straighter, “Why would he invite us to that?”
“Our families have a temporary truce. I guess this is his way of honoring it.”
Matteo’s gaze remains fixed on me. Watching, waiting for my reaction, an outburst. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.
All three of my brothers have been doing that all week. They keep expecting me to fly off the handle and do something drastic. It’s fun seeing them squirm. I don’t have the energy though.
Unsurprisingly, Matteo says, "I don't think you should go, Rafaelle.”
I offer him a slight smirk, "I'm going."
"No."
I get to my feet. The movement startles Lucia who glances up from her dolls before quickly deciding we aren't worth her attention.
Smart child.
"I'm definitely going. And I sure as fuck don’t need your permission, Matteo.”
My brother folds his arms.
"We all know how Ignacio operates. He invited us on purpose because he’s gunning for drama or for someone to slip up, mostly you and perhaps we’ll end the truce on our side. Knowing what was sacrificed, it might be better for you to stay away.”
He might as well be white noise. I’m barely listening to him. My mind is whirring as I think about what I’m going to do.
I share a look with Lindsay that confirms it. She said I needed answers and I’m going to get it.
A gala, and the guest of honor is exactly the person I need to see. Something resembling anticipation flickers to life inside me.
Slowly, I pull my phone from my pocket.
“What are you doing?” Matteo questions.
“It’s a gala. I should probably take my own date, don’t you think?”
One contact catches my eye and I’m immediately opening my messages. Vicky.
Me: Clear your schedule this weekend. You’re going somewhere with me.
A few seconds later, my phone vibrates.
Vicky: I haven’t heard from you in weeks and you’re asking me out on a date?
Me: I never said anything about a date. Are you in or are you out?
Three dots appear.
Vicky: I'll clear my schedule.
Satisfaction rolls through me and I place my phone back in my pocket.
Lindsay looks immensely worried, “This is a terrible idea.”
She’s right. It’s petty and childish and it probably won’t make me feel any better.
But one thought refuses to leave me alone. Liliana isn't the only one allowed to stab me in the heart.
Two can play that game, little siren.
