Pietro peered into the room, taken slightly aback by the figure of Lorna standing by his father's side. He'd been so nervous about being invited back to dine with him, wasn't sure if they were past everything yet or some form of punishment awaited him, more than the cell. The girl he'd met in the New York flower shop was about the last thing he expected to see.
He hesitated, brushing back his hair and straightening his blazer. "Am I interrupting?" he asked.