Phoebe's POV
Sergio paused before answering, "The photograph's in my study. How about we eat first, then you and I can examine it together? See how worked up you're getting. You don't think I'd hide it from you, do you?"
"Give me the photograph now, then we'll have dinner," I demanded, my expression instantly turning icy. "Otherwise, no one's eating."
Sergio choked on his words, his breath hitching for a moment.
I could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind—was I planning to overturn the table?
But when Sergio caught sight of my glacial glare, he didn't dare test me further. He rose irritably and climbed the stairs to retrieve the photograph from his study.
He shot me a look as if he believed me capable of anything, a rebellious daughter who wouldn't hesitate to cause a scene.
Shortly after, Sergio came back downstairs, clutching a photograph. He said, "Here you go, this shows you as an infant with your mother holding you. You can keep this as a memento."
