My Sister’s Rich Boyfriend Mocked My Job And Accent At Dinner, Then Br…

whispered.

“No,” I agreed. “You never knew.”

Matteo’s hand tightened on mine, and I turned to look at him. His face had gone pale, his eyes wide with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Shocked definitely, but something else underneath it. Something that looked uncomfortably like fear.

“We should go,” he said again, quieter this time. “Let your family continue reading …