Olivia fell into chaos.
"I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST HOT AND ITALIAN, OKAY? I THOUGHT THIS WAS A *ONE-NIGHT THING.* Casual pasta. Fun times. But now he's talking about meeting his *family* and naming our *future children,* one of which he insists will be named after his late uncle Benito."
Alexander blinked. "Benito?"
Charlotte slapped a hand over the receiver and hissed, "*Shush!*"
Olivia wasn't done.
"Also, I think I accidentally agreed to go with him to a *family gathering,* and he just mentioned it's 'very exclusive' and 'requires a blood pact.' Like—does that mean a literal pact? Or just RSVP?!"
Charlotte felt her soul leave her body.
"Olivia, sweetie. Breathe."
"I CAN'T BREATHE. HE HAS A BUTLER NAMED *LUCIFERO.* He also invited me to stay in his family castle for two days. Is he a mafia boss or a medieval *vampire*?"
