The White Lily — Episode 8

answers from the Morettis. That's when he learned I'd already left for New York. lost it. He almost tore the estate apart. Then he started calling me. But by then, I was already on the plane. When Lorenzo realized I hadn't taken a single thing he'd ever given me, he snapped. That's when he ordered every flight grounded. I grabbed my backpack and got off the

plane. In the airport I hesitated. Go back? Or keep moving forward? It was early. I was I found a small cafe and ordered pasta. Uncle Luca's message came through. The Moretti family was built on schemes. Lorenzo might spoil me, but he'd never lose face for me. Going back meant more humiliation. Moving forward, maybe there was a chance. I ate slowly,

black suited men flood the terminal. They grabbed every woman who looked like me, questions. Then Lorenzo rushed in, drenched in sweat. His phone pressed to his ear. He passed right by my table. He looked desperate, frantic. Calling my number over My phone kept buzzing in my pocket. When no one answered, he almost smashed the phone

in frustration. His men returned empty handed. I'd never seen Lorenzo like this. Where is she? Keep searching. I don't care what it takes. No plane flies to New York I checked my phone. There was a flight to Milan in 20 minutes. I scrolled through the news while I waited. Palermo's tabloids were having a field day. The headlines screamed. Two women at

table behind me were gossiping loudly. God, that's so romantic. If someone did that for