Diego shook his head. “It’s too late. She needs to be promised, that’s just how it is. Unless you decide to marry after all?” I scoffed and Diego’s expression darkened. “Then there’s nothing you can do, Savio. Whatever you want from Gemma, you can’t have it. Not unless there’s a ring with your name on her finger.” I glared. A ring with my name. Marriage. Did I really want that?
