The slightest fraction of his eyes widening is the only warning I get because I’m suddenly jerked back. Abramo’s hands fly off of my waist and my own do a sort of windmill as I stumble a little before I manage to gain my footing.
Anger wars with fear and I ball my fists as I turn, coming face to face with a redhead who looks vaguely familiar.
And maybe I shouldn’t make a scene in this place where everyone is packing twice over, but I’m tired of putting up with everyone’s bullshit.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I snap out, fuming.
The red head narrows her eyes, her cheeks as red as her hair. “My problem? You should know.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” I know I’ve seen her before but I’m unsure of where and when.
She takes a step closer to me and I prepare to defend myself.
“You know exactly who I am, considering you’ve been fucking Giovanni, my fiance!”