chapter 129

I tapped my fingertips against the small booth table in front of me, an off the best rhythm emanating from beneath my hands. It sounded awful and I knew Matteo's constant musing in the back was as a result of it. But what was I supposed to do? It was the only way I could stop myself from charging into the very same backdoor Isabella marched into a couple of minutes ago.

Minutes? At this point it felt like hours, too many hours if I was being honest.

“What's taking her so long?” I muttered to no one in particular. Yes, Matteo was behind me, but I had an inkling his attention span was nowhere around me. In the past minutes and more, I'd watched Matteo's eyes as he trailed each and everyone of the serving girls up front. I could bet a million dollars that if I wasn't here with him, he would have definitely walked up to a couple of them, if not all. “ Don't you think fifteen minutes have passed already?

I got nothing in response, just the dull hum of slow jazz music wafting out t