With a sinking heart, Matteo dialed Emmeline's phone number. Unlike Amelia's, it went through, and she picked up the call after only a few rings.
"Hi, Matteo!" Emmeline's girlish voice radiated pure joy as if she had been waiting for him to call. "What's up? Are you having fun?"
"Emmeline, give me Andrea's number," Matteo demanded. He had no mood to indulge in small talk, or to play whatever game Emmeline was orchestrating.
"Why?" Emmeline asked, confused. "Can't you just talk to him personally? Aren't you with him now? Besides, you should hurry and come back, the snow looks like it's coming down thick. I'm already inside my room. Maybe you can join me―"
Matteo gritted his teeth. Every second he spent talking to her was a second wasted. "Just give me his number! Amelia is uncontactable!"
"Oh, did you make her angry, Matteo?" Emmeline said, sounding unbothered. She let out a dismissive clucking sound.
