Massimo fixes me with a suspicious look. “Last I heard, she abandoned the life and moved to London. Became an artist or something.” “She works at a gallery as an art curator. She paints on the side.” Massimo’s brows disappear up his forehead. “You’ve been keeping track of her?” “Now that she’s the future Mrs. De Kysa, yes.” “I should’ve known, you tenacious fuck.” He chuckles and sips his scotch. “You really think Vincent Isle Ciccula will go for it?” “He won’t have a choice.” “And Bella? I remember her stubbornness even as a kid. She won’t be easy to convince.” “She’ll do it out of duty for
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