Vittoria once again lifted her chin.“She is myzia.”
David pretended to be impressed.“This is your come-out ball,” he murmured, remembering why it was their entire family had received invitations to the palazzo for this evening.
Vittoria dipped her head.“It is indeed.If you will pardon me, I shall return to my party.”
She had the door half open when David called out, “Wait.Don’t you wish to knowmyname,mia donna?Since we’re pretending we’ve already met?”
She huffed.“You areDonDavid Slater, Viscount Penton, are you not?”she countered.
David blinked.“I… I am.How?—?”
“You lookexactlylike myzio, Donald,” she replied on a huff.Pushing her silver skirts against her legs so they would pass through the opening without snagging on the jamb, she angled her way out the door and closed the wooden panel behind her.
David remained standing where he was for several seconds, a look of befuddlement on his face.“Damnation,” he muttered.“I think I’m in love.”
