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

respond, my phone rang. My mother’s number. I looked at Matteo, who nodded.

“Put it on speaker,” he said. “I should hear this, too.”

I answered and placed the phone on the bed between us.

“Sienna.” My mother’s voice came through strained but determined. Nothing like her usual controlled composure. “I know you’re probably overwhelmed right now. I know continue reading …