The penthouse was silent after the last guest left. There were Just Lorenzo and me, standing at opposite sides of the living room.
"That went well." Lorenzo said, pouring himself whiskey. "Want a drink?"
"I don't drink with my enemies."
"I'm not your enemy anymore, piccola spia. I'm your fiancé. Tomorrow I'll be your husband." He turned to face me. "Shouldn't you get used to being civil with me?"
"Civil and I are not compatible when it comes to you."
"I suppose they're not." He smiled. "Did you enjoy the party?"
"It was a performance. Nothing more."
"Excellent performance, then. My associates reported that you seemed genuinely invested in this engagement. Even my father's people confirmed you're committed."
"That was the point. Make this look real so that everyone accepts it without any doubt."
"And what about you?" Lorenzo asked. "Do you accept it?"
I didn't answer.
"In twenty four hours," Lorenzo continued. "you'll be mine. How does that feel?"
