“Hey, calm down, Luca. Maybe it’s not as bad as it sounds,” Matteo said, trying to be the voice of reason, which was a joke in itself. “Oh, I suspect it’s exactly as bad as I think it is,” Luca murmured. His eyes fixed on me. “Just tell me this, will we be in trouble on Liliana’s wedding night?” I knew what he was asking. “Lily won’t marry that guy. Isn’t he over fifty? It’s ridiculous,” Aria butted in. “Over fifty and a nasty piece of shit,” Matteo added. Luca ignored them. His eyes bore into mine. “Will there be a fucking problem on her wedding night?” “I slept with Lily,” I said calmly.
