Filippo.
He didn't say anything. He just stared at her.
She didn't think he would come to the anniversary party, considering he'd just lost his position at his company not long ago. He hadn't made a public appearance ever since.
His bruises had healed, but his face still bore a scar here and there, evidence of how terribly Dominic had beaten him up the other time.
She waited for him to walk up to her, to try to say something nasty or try to drag her around like a rag doll to prove his strength. But he didn't.
He looked like a tamed cat. Or so she thought.
Perhaps, he was too scared to do anything because of how badly he'd fallen.
A smirk stretched on Delfina's lips. Now, she was tempted to aggravate him.
She climbed the stairs, heading straight at him and he watched her every move, keeping his gaze on her.
