~ GUILIA’S POV ~
I had barely wiped the tears from my eyes when I stepped back into the waiting room… and walked straight into chaos.
Bianca.
She was already there, clutching Rocco’s shirt collar with those fake-ass acrylic nails like she was auditioning for a drama series.
“Where is he?!” she screeched. “Is he okay?! Why won’t anyone talk to me?!”
Rocco looked like he was seconds from either losing it or melting into the floor. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark, and veins standing out along his temple.
“Bianca—”
“Don’t Bianca me! I need to see him! I have to see him! He’s my—”
God.
I wanted to vomit.
Her voice was all cracked and breathy like a bad soap opera actress. She was even letting tears streak down her cheeks.
It would’ve been funny… if it didn’t make me want to scratch
