Chapter 10GabriellaWith Damiano home, I’ve spent the entire day in my bedroom making a skincare tutorial.Things were tense at breakfast, so I skipped lunch. When Martha came to check on me, I told her I was working and not to worry about me.Knowing I can’t miss dinner, I check my appearance in the mirror. I’m wearing a short, black cocktail dress with a low-halter top.“You can survive dinner with Damiano,” I whisper before I leave my room.I walk down the hallway, and as I come around a bend, my eyes land on Damiano, who’s coming from the other wing. I slow my pace so he’ll head down the stairs before me.His eyes only touch on me for a split second, and he doesn’t say anything.I haven’t interacted much with him, but it’s clear he’s a man of few words.I follow him down the stairs, my gaze drifting over his broad shoulders before locking on his gun.Even at home, where we’re surrounded by an army of his men, he’s armed.When I take the last step, my left heel gives way, and not
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