“I was sent to live with my father’s sister, my aunt Graziella.” “Graziella’s a pretty name.” Puffing air through my lips, I shake my head. “Her favorite hobby was telling me how ugly I was. How my body was thick like a peasant’s, and my hair was wild like a gypsy’s. She made me so ashamed.” Tapping my finger along Trip’s jaw, I lean forward. “Then I discovered I could dance.” “Is that cunt still alive?” The smoldering rage in his tone burns my misery away. “She is, and I would love for her to meet you.” “I’m not sure I could be a gentleman to someone who hurt you like that, especially after
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