Chapter 31

Bria's pov

My leg tapped restlessly against the cold, hard floor, as strategies that would make every spy movie jealous swirled around in my head. My thumb mindlessly moved to my lips and I stopped myself just before I attacked the newly painted cuticle.

I was pacing the Castigliones’ foyer, ignoring the curious look Stefano, the Castigliones’ butler, was giving me. I focused on preparing myself f