Camila laughed softly and followed her family out.
The grand doors closed behind them.
And finally, the mansion fell quiet.
Daniella...
Thiago hurried after her toward the dining room.
"What?"
She didn't bother looking at him. Her annoyance was still sharp. In her mind, the entire disaster—from the illegal racing district to the police station and now the Delacroix invasion—could be traced straight back to Thiago.
She smacked his shoulder lightly as they walked. Thiago rubbed the spot with dramatic flair.
"What was that for?"
"You know exactly what it was for."
"I don't."
"You do."
Thiago wisely let the subject drop.
Instead, he asked the question that had been nagging him since the sitting room. "Why didn't you agree to the DNA test? What if Alfred Delacroix really is your father? You could've become a rich heiress overnight."
Daniella stopped long enough to stare at him, then kept walking.
