Lucia’s POV

Dante’s introduction echoed in my mind like a sweet, unexpected melody. “She’s my girlfriend.”

For some reason, it sounded different this time—better than when he’d introduced me as his girlfriend to Vincenzo.

I shouldn’t have been flattered. It wasn’t like it meant anything, just a way to stop the man from asking questions. But even knowing that, a stupid warmth spread through my chest, and my stomach did a little flip.

I was pathetic for feeling anything but ...