I lifted my gaze to meet his. "I wanted it broken, so I broke it. What is there to explain?"
"Or does the great Underboss Valenti intend to force a marriage?"
In the past, I had been nothing but gentle and considerate in front of him. Never willful. Never a harsh word. Dominic's brow creased.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Are you upset that I didn't write these past few months?"
"I figured I'd be coming home soon enough. There was no need to waste runners on letters."
I let out a mocking laugh. "Funny. I hear Miss Valenti received one every single day, delivered by personal courier."
"What happened to not wasting runners, Underboss?"
Dominic looked at me with open disappointment. "Carmela is my sister. You're really going to make an issue out of a few family letters?"
"Serafina, we haven't seen each other in three years. When did you become so jealous?"
His sister. The same excuse. The same lie, told to me and to himself. I wiped the smile from my face.
"What I've become is none of Underboss Valenti's concern."
"The betrothal contract has been returned. We're both free. Don't let me keep you."
"Serafina Corsetti!" Dominic seized my wrist. "There's a limit to throwing tantrums."