EMILY'S POV
"And... he didn't let you take the car." Dante muttered. Of course, he knew that part of the story.
"Yes." I sighed. "It wasn't even bought in my name, to start with." I hated the tears that gathered in my eyes.
"Well..." He adjusted in a way he was completely facing me now. "You have one that was bought in your name now. And you're sitting in it."
I was stunned.
Yes, he did get me a car, but why didn't I think it was possible he'd gotten it in my name?
For the past half hour, we had talked. I spilled everything about the fashion academy from the very genesis. I couldn't believe it, but he was actually so attentive, only making micro reactions whenever I said something too triggering.
Like when I said that father made me work two years at the company, and still refuse
