**Phoebe's POV**
When I went back to the room, Sofia was finishing up with Lorenzo, and she was going to check my cuts next. I doubted I needed a bandage, the bleeding already stopped. When Lorenzo put his shirt back on, he looked at me with anger, and then left. I sat down and Sofia looked at my knees and palms.
"No bandages. But I wouldn't wear jeans. Maybe a loose skirt or some shorts." She didn't look at me in the eye, and I knew something was up.
"What's going on?" I asked, and she sighed. When she looked at me, I already knew. "You told him!"
"I had to!" She yelled back. "When Lorenzo wants to know something you tell him. Period. Plus, Giovanni deserves what is coming to him. He went too far with you plenty of times, and scared you."
"He apologized. He was trying to do better!
