Page 64 of The Virgin I Desire

“Studying about the lessons I had today.”

“Ah, cool!” She threw herself on my bed with a smile as if she had received a gift.

“What is it?” It was my turn to ask, finding her behavior strange.

“I'm so happy for you.”

“Happy for me?” I raised an eyebrow and frowned.

“Of course! I imagine you are too.”

“I am?” I mumbled, even though I couldn't understand it.

“He's beautiful, he's young and he seems very kind.”

“Who?”

“What do you mean who?” She crossed her arms and bent her body towards me. “Steven Lansky, your fiancé!”

“Oh!” I smiled wryly and tried to share a shred of my sister's excitement, but I wasn't sure if I could.

“I had already heard people talk about the Americans, but I couldn't imagine that they were so interesting.”

“You are right.”

“Pietra!”

“What?” I rolled my eyes.

“Make sure you don't fuck everything up, please.”

“I'm not doing anything.” I shrugged and fumbled with the cover of my book, turning it on the desk.

“You're not as excited as you should be, and I know very well why.”

“How do you expect me to be excited about a guy I've only met once?”

“You kept saying that Luca was much older than us, Steven is not. Besides, I know you like blonde with blue eyes.”

“I like a specific blonde with blue eyes.”

“See?!” She shouted angrily, and I flinched. “You're going to screw everything up.”

“I love Mikhail.”

Perla shook her head, massaging her temples and huffing.

“You cannot.”

“This is not a feeling that cares about surnames. You know from the first time I saw him...”

“Please.” She waved her hands in front of me, making me stop. “Don't start with the love at first sight talk. That does not exist.”

“If you understood how I feel about him...”

“Pietra, stop.”

“He feels the same for me too.”

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