GABRIELLA’S POV.
“Surprised to see me?” She asks and I breath in to control myself from snapping without hearing her out.
“Should I call this stalking?” I ask with the same tone in which she used in talking rudely to me as I walk towards the wash hand basin to wash my hands.
“You are nothing, but a gold digger, leave Leo alone.” She raises her voice and I turn to look at her.
I clean my hand with a handkerchief given to me by my husband and keep it back in my purse before giving her a perfect eye roll.
“What do you want from Leo too? Is it not money? Non sono un cercatore d’oro come te! I am not a gold digger like you!” I say both in Italian and English, making her mouth drop.
“You speak… stupid…” She murmurs as she hits her head.
“I am Italian, yes.” I reply for her and her frown d
