Page 167 of Legacy
I nod.
She deserves another shop. And she’ll have it. Even if she never asks.
Before I can say anything, her voice cuts through my thought.
“So, you said you have a brother… any other siblings?”
I glance over at her, and the way she sips her coffee—like she’s only mildly interested, tells me she’s trying to keep it casual.
It’s not.
“Yeah. Santo—he’s about three and a half years younger. And Elena. She’s twelve years younger than me.”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
“You have a sister?”
There’s a spark behind her eyes, like the thought genuinely excites her.
I smirk.
“Yeah. She’s a pain in the ass, but I love her.”
Her lips quirk.
“And of course… my sister-in-law, Vasilisa.”
The shift is instant.
Her smile falters, not enough to call her out, but enough for me to see it.
Still polite.
But I catch it.
Shereallydoesn’t like Piccola. And I don’t get it.
“What about you?”
She shrugs, voice even.
“I have Luciano. Hate him. And Valentina. She hates me.”
Delivered matter-of-factly, like she’s listing groceries.
I chuckle. “So just… hatred all around?”
“Pretty much.”
“Can I ask why?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
Her face sobers instantly, all traces of humor wiped clean.
“Well… Luciano promised me autonomy. Then ripped it away.”
My grin fades.
Fuck.
