Lorenzo's POV

　　The dining table fell into silence as everybody's gaze was fixated on Davina in shock save for Allegra and Alessandro who looked impressed by Davina.

　　"Lorenzo, which rundown whorehouse did you pick this guttersnipe from?" Marcella asked after composing herself.

　　"The very best." I replied casually with a smirk.

　　"I won't have you calling me names ma'am."

　　I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs as mother ...