“Serena, look—our baby looks so perfect, she looks like you!” Christian ran into the room with a big smile on his face and raised Siena in the air.
Tonight was the dinner with the Orlando’s and I was still a bit anxious about whatever Christian had planned. Would he really give Dario a pass?
“Latest collection?” I asked him in a mocking tone, the same way Daniela had asked me.
“Yes? How did you know?” Christian asked surprised. “I don’t,” I sighed annoyed. “It’s what Daniela asked me the other time, ugh.” I gagged at the end.
Christian gave me a pitiful look. “You don’t have to hang out with them, I wouldn’t do it so I don’t know why you’re pushing yourself—don’t listen to my mom.”
“Your mom is right.” I corrected him. “And the thing is, I don’t trust your words anymore, I know you already knew about Dario,” I informed him. Christian frowned his eyebrows. “You do?”
