Page 116 of The Sexy Billionaire

We all still at her admission, each one of us for different reasons.

“You have a girlfriend?” Mamma asks.

“Yes.”

“Is it serious?”

“Yes,” Allegra answers, and I can see the nervousness is back.

“Would I know her?” Mamma continues to question.

“Yes,” my sister answers shakily.

Mamma’s eyes widen with that bit of information. “Will she be coming to Sunday lunches?”

“I don’t know if she will be invited,” she answers.

“Why would she not be invited?” Mamma huffs.

“Because it’s Giada.”

My heart stops, my stomach sinks, the entire room stills in slow motion as Allegra drops the news that her new girlfriend is my ex-fiancée.

Next thing I know, all hell breaks loose, and everyone starts yelling. It continues until I can’t take it any longer, and I let out a loud whistle silencing the room.

“Enough,” I yell at them all. “This is probably not what you wanted to hear that Allegra’s new girlfriend is my ex-fiancée, but if I’m okay with it, then you should be okay with it.”

“We are in shock, son,” Papa tells me.

“How long have you known?” Mamma questions me as her eyes narrow.

“Since the engagement party, I found them together.” I shudder at the image.

“And you have forgiven your sister for stealing your fiancée?” Mamma asks.

“It wasn’t like that,” Allegra tries to answer, but Mamma holds up her hand, and she shuts her mouth.

“She did me a favor. I was never in love with Giada.”

Mamma gasps.

“That’s because he’s in love with someone else,” Natalia adds.

My eyes widen as my head turns to where she is standing.

“What? It’s the truth,” she says with a shrug.

“My children have been keeping secrets from me,” Mamma says as she clutches her chest, stumbles backward, and takes a seat. “Where did I go wrong?”

I roll my eyes at my mother’s theatrics. “You don’t need to know every little thing that goes on in our lives.”

“It seems I don’t need to know any big things either,” she snips.

Okay, she might be right there. Fine, I’ll change that. “I’ve fallen in love with Paige,” I confess to her.

“Paige?” My mother gasps.

I can’t quite tell if that is a happy or angry gasp. “Yes,” I answer hesitantly.

---