Chapter 90

Penelope left with Matteo, looking delighted. She clung to his arm and said, "Matt, you really went all out. Honestly, a family dinner should be simple. We didn't need to come to such a fancy place." She was being sensible, poised, and perfectly tactful. Matteo seemed pleased with her grace, and his voice was noticeably warmer than it had been when he was dismissing Mila. "It's the right thing to do." Long after they left, Mila remained silent. Marcus waited a beat before asking, "Ms. Wright, are you okay?" "Do I not look okay?" Mila asked. He was an honest man. "A little." "It's fine. I'm not going to die," Mila said, downing a large glass of ice water. She was hurting, but not because of Matteo. She was hurting for the girl she used to be—the one who had gambled everything on love. In that relationship, the only person she had truly let down was herself. Penelope's appearance had sucked the life out of the meal. Mila's mood was trashed, and Marcus had clearly lost his a