Chapter 13: Saved By The Wedding Bell

LUCREZIA

“Carusso?” My father’s eyes squinted as he stared at the man that just barged right into his mansion without his permission.

Father looked angry and felt disrespected at the man’s arrogance. He just went in and surpassed the guards he hired as if he owned the place.

I stepped back, distancing myself from the sudden visitor to take a better look on his face. I pushed Letizia further behind me to protect her, an act of instinct.

I swallowed hard when the man turned his head to face me. My eyes widened when I recognized his familiar gaze.

It was really Pietro Carusso who barged into our mansion unprecedented. What is he doing here?

“What are you doing here?” As if my father could read my thoughts, he asked the question at the same time it occurred in my head.

Pietro turned his attention back to my father when he heard his question. “I should be the one asking you that, Rocchi. I am not the one who had done something wrong,” Pietro spoke calmly