CHAPTER 142

Katherine sat on the edge of the oversized velvet armchair, with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her eyes fixed on the floor. There was a brief and suffocating silence like if one of them dared make a noise, Someone might end them.

Giovanni poured two glasses of red wine. He took his time with it, swirling the liquid, and watching it settle.

“You look good,” he muttered as his eyes lingered on her, taking in her curves in the red dress. “What’s the occasion?”

“Don’t do that,” she said quietly, her voice tight. “Didn’t you say you needed to... talk to me?”

“Oh? You do...