The White Lily — Episode 3

I'll buy you another one. Lorenzo saw her shrinking back and his expression darkened. He reached into a nearby vase and pulled out a rose and shoved it into my hand. Roses suit you better anyway.

A lily isn't worth throwing a fit over. This isn't like you. The rose was dripping wet. Its thorns had been cut.

Its stem snapped short. Just like him. But the white lily meant honor. The wife of a don.

A queen. The red rose meant mistress. A woman you kept in the shadows. The laughter around me grew louder.

A bastard playing lapdog? Thinking she could marry the Rossi heir? Didn't you hear him say noble? Even a beggar better than her.

Enough! Lorenzo silenced the woman with one look. But the damage was done. Elena, I'm sorry. You've always had everything.

I just wanted one night to feel special. Everything? I'm a bastard, Mia. Do you have any idea how the Moreri family treats me? I don't...

Mia's cake slipped from her hand and landed on her shoe, her eyes filled with Look, it's already done! Let her enjoy tonight. I'll take her to change the clothes. You can go home if you want.

Home? I didn't have a home. As soon as Lorenzo left my side, the vultures circled. Without Lorenzo, I didn't even get basic respect. Antonio Ricci, a low-level thug from a rival crew, sidled up to me. Lorenzo told me to give you a flower. I didn't, I told you before. Stop chasing him and try me