Angelica’s POV:
“Alexander Kuznetsov.”
My eyes meet with Alexander’s smirks. “Well...Am I interrupting something? Perhaps, a double date?”
“No,” Francesco said, “But, you are interrupting something.”
Alexander’s eyes examine me. “Are you perhaps...Angelica?” he said my name so deviously, and I flinched. He leans down, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing. No wonder why Anthony is so smitten with you.” He places a finger under my chin and lifts it, causing me to gasp. “Although you’re nothing special.”
Francesco grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him. Right then, the spell seems to break, and I regain my sanity. My eyes roam the restaurant noticing the customer gazing at us with pure curiosity, wanting to know how the story will unfold.
“Do not to
