I’m laying back on my bed, all cried out, when I hear a knock at my door. I raise my head and groan inwardly. What’s next?
Before I can get up to answer it, the door creeks open a little. I sigh. No such thing as privacy in the Mafia palace.
“Fay?”
My mouth drops open as I hear a voice that I recognize. I’m too shocked to speak as I see him peek around the door, smiling shyly.
“Are you okay, Fay?”
Daniel. I just stare at him.
He grimaces and comes into the room, pressing the door shut behind him. Then he leans back on it, staring at me, quirking his mouth into that sweet smile I used to love.
I groan and lay my head back on my pillows. “Go away, Daniel. We can talk about our engagement later.”
“Fay,” he says, and I can hear the apology in his voice. I hear him come closer to
