A/N: Dear lovely readers, please don't forget to buckle your seatbelts for this chapter.
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Romano's POV
"Excuse you?" My mother yelled at Fiona who was glaring daggers at her.
"Apparently, Miriam here... You know what, why don't we let Miss Rosetta give us a little story" Fiona smirked, clasping her hand. Danté kept tugging her by her arm but she would constantly slap his hands away.
"Rosetta..." My father called, his voice small. I almost missed it.
"This is going to be a long day. Take your seats please" Rosetta chuckled. "Projector display please?"
From heavens know where, the projector was turned on and a picture of my father and the lady were being displayed on the wall. Of course, the crowd gasped. I remained indifferent. I tried to remain indifferent.
"This doesn't prove nothing" I glared at her. "Who knows, you're another gold digger trying to weave your way into my father's life"