She kissed him lightly on the cheek as if rewarding a child.
"You Americans really value relationships. Your family is my family, too."
Evander chuckled, slipping his arm around her waist. Lowering his head, he kissed her deeply.
Right in front of me, they showed me what a true Italian kiss looked like.
Five long minutes ticked by before Reese pulled away, her face flushed with the heat of the moment. She straightened up, annoyance creeping onto her features.
"Look at Evander. Why can't you learn from him? He's attentive, considerate, everything you aren't."
I let out a bitter laugh, grabbed the painting, and ripped it straight down the middle, then tore it again, just to be sure.
Reese’s eyes widened, her face paling as her anger quickly swelled.
Evander's expression was unreadable, his usual calm demeanor faltering ever so slightly.
Without warning, Reese rushed at me, her palm connecting with my cheek in a sharp slap.
"Matteo! How could you humiliate Evander like that? What do you think I am to you?"
"Evander kindly brought you a gift, and you tore it up right in front of him. Do you even have a shred of dignity left? You've really disappointed me."