Six

I bumped into Francesco at the doorway as soon as I stepped into the mansion.

He looked up at me with a smirk on his face. “Six, what a pleasant morning it is, isn’t it?”

I could never engage Francesco in small talk, especially not today. I was going through it.

The night before, I had just learned that Arabella had slept with Marco, and I still didn’t know how to process it. I had shelved it to another part of my head, but I still couldn’t sleep.

I made to walk past him, but he stopped me. “Oh Six, aren’t you always the uptight one? You know we...