Page 70 of Immoral

"Shut it!"

"No, you shut it!"

"All right. Enough of the bickering. You two need to remember you're family," Angelo scolds, pointing at each of them. "You'll only have each other someday when we're all dead."

"Jesus. Not the death talk again," Massimo mutters.

"Bring out the coffin," Tristano adds.

Dante slaps the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Show some respect for Papà."

"Please." Massimo rises and tosses his napkin on his plate then addresses Sean. "Are you ready to get in the gym?"

Sean turns toward me again. "So, can you help me get tickets?"

I nod. "Sure."

He grins. "Awesome. Thanks."

"And you should ask her why she can get those tickets," Gianni states.

Heat flashes my cheeks once more.

"She owns the fashion industry. Duh," Sean replies.

Gianni chuckles then tugs me closer. "She sure does. But they chose her agency for Fashion Week."

Bridget jumps up. "Cara! That's amazing! Congratulations!"

Happiness fills me. "Thanks."

"Can you get me tickets, too?" Fiona asks.

"Sure."

"Away from Sean's annoying girlfriend?"

"You're pushing it," Sean warns.

Fiona huffs. "Whatever."

"And we're back to the bickering," Angelo mutters.

Bridget moves around the table and hugs me. "I'm so excited for you. Well deserved!"

"Overdue, too," Gianni adds.

"Agreed! If you need help with anything, let me know," Bridget states.

"Thanks. I appreciate the offer."

Gianni rises. "We should get going. I have a meeting later today I need to attend."

"With Rubio?" Dante asks.

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