SIENNA VENDITTO
“You insulted him.” Papa berated as soon as I got home after work. “I’ve taught you well enough to know that you should never show your enemies what you’re thinking.”
“Enemies?” I ask picking up on his words.
He sighs tiredly. “Sienna, we’ve talked about this.”
I didn’t let it go as he hoped, ignoring the sharpness in his tone of voice. “Papa is there another reason why you were so intent on me meeting Bonatelli?”
“No.” He answers without missing a beat.
“If you would have told me this was something important, I would have played my part well.” I insist, not liking that I’m in the dark.
Papa shakes his head, his displeasure with me still very much evident. “You called him an asshole.”
“I did not.” There’s a difference between calling him directly an asshole and in
