Adrenaline rushed through Maya's veins. "You knew my mom? When did you meet her, and where?"
"I met her in Milan, Italy, when I was a kid. She was as beautiful as you, Maya, and you too, Valentina,"
"When exactly was this?" Dalton asked. It was more of a demand than a question.
"When I was eight years old," Marcello answered.
"You are 32, which means that was exactly 24 years ago," Dalton calculated.
The little hope Maya had in her heart died. For a moment, she thought her mother was alive. But if she were, she had no doubt Aunt Lily would tell her.
Valentina yawned, feigning boredom. "So you met my mother when she was having an affair, cheating on my dad? That's not news. Everyone knows my adulterous mother was fucking Maya's father in Italy."
Her words struck straight into Maya's heart. She slammed her fist down. "Do not talk about our mother like that!"
"Apologize to her!" Dalton yelled at Valentina, making her tremble.
