EMILY'S POV
I found myself heading towards the window in my room again, pushing open the curtain to look down. I had stared at that car, more times than I ever looked my father in the face.
He had gotten me a car.
And it wasn't just an average car, but a luxurious one. Funnily, I never really liked that colour, but it was starting to rub on me now.
It was already very late at night, and the security lights around the mansion made the car look like it was under a spotlight.
So, there you have it! That was all I had been busy doing since Dante had left this morning. Looking at the car he got me.
That, and cursing my fate over and over again. I guess Vito had informed him about what took place at my father's house, which was the reason he got this car.
But to be very honest, I had go
