Page 27 of Her Overprotective Fiance

Cat peers at my face as if I'm a puzzle to be solved, but she only laughs when I shove her away.

"Something tells me you're more bothered than you're willing to admit," Cat teases.

"You're imagining things," I huff.

"Cheer up, Sari. You might not be his #1 fan, but at least you're still his fiancée."

Grrrr!

We spend the rest of the afternoon bickering back and forth, and I'm still not over her horribly misinformed opinion even when we've already left the library and gotten ready for dinner.

Why the hell would I care about being his #1 fan?

Being anyone's fan is for losers.

And I'm not a loser.

I'm not!

But the moment I'm seated next to Giancarlo for dinner that evening, I take one look at his too-perfect face, and I just want to punch it.

This is all his fault, dammit!

He shouldn't be so perfect that he has other girls wanting to be his #1 fan—-

"Is everything alright?"

Like you really care.

He's a man, after all. I'm just the bitchy fiancée he's stuck with while his self-proclaimed fan is probably this walking Coca-Cola bottle who's oozing with honey and—-

"Sarica?"

"I'm fine," I say shortly. "I just have something on my mind."

"Such as?"

I shrug. "It's nothing serious."

"I think it is," he murmurs, "but we can talk about it later."

My eyes widen.

Later?

I'm dying to ask him what he means by this, but withLa Stregaalready motioning for the staff to serve the first course, there's no chance to speak about private matters, and I'm left to internally squirm in my seat for the rest of the evening.

It's been over a year since the Angel of Death made me realize why Giancarlo is painstakingly careful not to be alone with me. I honestly thought things would change the moment I turned eighteen, and I was secretly but also shamefully relieved when the status quo remained.

Giancarlo only talks to me when we're in the dining room with others, and so this bombshell of his about having a discussion...later?

It makes every minute feel like torture, and as soon as the staff clears the table and prepares to serve coffee, I'm unable to wait a second longer, and all eyes turn to me as I jump to my feet.

I open my mouth to speak, but before I can get another word out, Giancarlo has also risen from his seat and places his hand on the small of my back as he asks, "May we be excused,nonna?There is something I wish to speak in private with myfidanzata."

"Certo."Of course.

"Grazie, nonna."

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