Chapter 70

Chapter 69

Tamara took a deep sigh and clutched the edges of her dress to calm her nerves.

She was in front of the restaurant, her eyes straining to see beyond the glass door where Mrs Rosa Donatelli sat at a table with her son waiting for Tamara’s presence.

Tamara felt a hand at the back of her waist and jerked in shock.

“Relax,” Francesca smiled. “She’s not going to eat you,”

“Isn't she?” Tamara cracked a smile and visibly relaxed as she turned back to stare through the door. “She’s nicknamed Drago Donatelli for a reason. And she doesn't even like me so I’m confused why she's here to attend my engagement ceremony,”

Francesca chuckled. “True. Let's hope her fire doesn't burn so hot when Marco and I tell her about the breakup,”

“No,” Tamara held Francesca’s hand and shook her head. “I know Rosa. She’ll find some way to pin the blame on me, can you maybe not tell her tonight?”

“Tamara,” Francesca sighed. “She’s going to blame you anyway because that’s what she does. Even if I told her