"Alright Master Massimo, talk," she said coldly, giving him a hurt stare.
"First of all, don't call me that. Just call me Scipio, like you used to. Please," he begged, looking at her, though her hurt look only hurt him more.
"All right, Scipio, what is it you have to say?" she rolled her eyes, as if she didn't care. But she did. She really did care.
"I've explained to you that she's my fiance, right? That it's an arranged marriage?" he asked, taking her hand.
Acey pulled away, but she nodded. He had told them that.
"I don't love her," he said simply, looking at Acey.
"Of course you don't," she said with sarcasm, turning away to hide the burning tears that had appeared in her eyes. Stupid tears. She didn't care, she didn't. Or, at least, that's what she kept telling herself.
"No really, Acey, listen," he pleaded, trying to turn her around. "I couldn't dislike her more."
Acey couldn't say anything, fighting to keep in tears was a big job.
"Acey- don't you get it? I love you! Not her; I could never love someone like that- someone who doesn't know what it's like to have to steal for a living, or lie to protect your friends. She doesn't even know what it's like to have friends you'd give your life for. She's never experienced anything but a posh life," he explained, watching Acey closely.
The hot tears streamed down her face, showing how she really felt. "I-I want to believe that, Scipio, but I can't. I just can't."
"Please, Acey," he said, taking her hands in his and looking her in the eye. "I really mean it."
"Do you?" she asked, not bothering to pull away from him. This was hard. Too hard for her liking. "Prove it to me, Scipio. Prove I can trust you- Prove we can trust you."
"How do you want me to do that?" he asked her, thinking of ways to prove himself. "What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know..." she said, backing up. "Something... unique. Something to let us all know we can still believe in our phoney Thief Lord."