Silver clung tightly to Lorenzo, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as her chest rose and fell dramatically. Her eyes darted between Riccardo, who was doubled over with laughter, and Henry, who stood a few steps away, drenched and trying to shake off the water with the dignity of a soaked cat.
But then it hit her.
Like a snap of electric current, a wire flicked in Silver's head.
"Wait a second," she mumbled into Lorenzo's chest, pulling back slightly. "Did someone say lunch?"
The room fell silent for a second.
Silver's face slowly morphed from confusion to horror. Her brows furrowed, her mouth opened slightly, and she blinked hard as if trying to reboot her brain.
"You people had lunch?!" she shrieked, stepping back from Lorenzo like she'd been burned.
Henry raised both his arms in surrender, trying to hold back a grin.
Silver turned toward Riccardo, who only smirked, lifting an elegant brow. "You said it was morning! Morning!"
