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“You actually know how to keep that big mouth of yours closed?” Thomas teases, nudging Matteo with his shoulder.
“Depends,” Matteo says with a quirk of his brow.
“On what?”
“On whether you’ll finally make me a Lord. Or a knight. Lord Matteo Ricci or Sir Matteo Ricci sounds phenomenal.” I can’t help it. I burst into laughter at the mere thought of my best friend forcing me to address him in either of those ways because he would.
He absolutely would.
“I’d rather knight a toad,” Thomas replies.
I almost fall off the bench laughing.
Chapter 6
Santiago
RulesmadebyCharlieand Papá:
Convince the world you’re dating/don’t hate each other by spending lots of time together where people can see you.
Attend each other’s games. All of them.
No fighting or bickering in public. Hold it in until you’re alone and somewhere private.
Training comes first, above everything else.
Mandatory private dinners at least once a week.
Rules made by Cata and me:
None.
We’ve been staring at each other all evening while she avoided making conversation by scowling at me whenever she caught me staring at her. To be fair, I haven’t tried talking to her either. I never know how to speak to her without making her angry. I guess that comes with the territory of having despised each other for so long.
Part of me also likes simply looking at Cata. She’s just so… beautiful isn’t a strong enough term. Breathtaking doesn’t quite fit either.
Extraordinary.
