Vitale pride would not let her go. Bianca stopped and pivoted. She walked straight toward the ladies on the terrace.
"Hey, Bianca… or would you still like me to call you Mrs. Genovese?" Valentina asked with a smile so sweet it should have been illegal. She lifted her teacup with elegant calm. "Going somewhere?"
Bianca did not answer her. Instead, her gaze slid past Valentina and fixed on Veronica. Veronica, seated in the soft morning light with one hand wrapped around her cup, looked back. "You haven't won," Bianca said simply. It was vicious, the way she said it. "You haven't," she repeated. "You are not made for the kind of man Luca is." Her chin lifted slightly. "You will cave. You will fail. You do not have it in you to amtch him."
Valentina rolled her eyes, Veronica surprised her by indulging it.
"What makes you so sure?" Vee asked. Her tone was calm. It could even be considered curious even.
That seemed to irritate Bianca more than if Veronica had snapped back immediately.
