Bella's POV
The words had barely left my mouth when Mateo erupted like a volcano. His voice cracked through the small office space, bouncing off every surface until I was certain the neighboring shops could hear him.
"You did what exactly?" he shouted, his eyes bulging wide enough that I worried they might actually pop out of his skull. His hands flew up in the air, gesturing wildly as if trying to catch invisible butterflies made of pure frustration.
I opened my mouth to explain, but the office door swung open before I could get a single syllable out. Fiona stepped inside, her hand gently guiding Toby who toddled beside her on unsteady legs.
"What in the world is happening in here?" she asked, one eyebrow shooting up toward her hairline as she took in the scene. Her gaze bounced between Mateo, who looked ready to pull his hair out, and me, sitting there trying to appear calmer than I felt.
