SERAFINA'S POV
Lorenzo approached me with that predatory walk of his.
"Interesting conversation with your ex." I said when he reached me.
"Boring conversation with my ex." He corrected. "She's persistent."
"She seemed very affectionate."
"She seemed very desperate." He took my champagne glass, and put it down. "Were you jealous?"
"Of course not. Why would I be jealous of some woman throwing herself at my fake fiancé?"
"Because the way you were gripping that glass suggested you wanted to throw it at her head."
"I was considering it. But violence at engagement parties is bad."
He laughed and then offered me his hand.
"Dance with me. I want to hold you. I want everyone to see that you're mine now."
"I'm not yours. I'm just wearing your ring."
"Same thing." His hand grabbed my waist as we walked onto the dance floor. "You look beautiful tonight."
"Isabella's work." I repeated.
"Stop deflecting. You look beautiful. Accept the compliment."
