ANTONIO’s POV...
I couldn’t stop thinking about the little unexplainable pain I felt in my chest when I hugged Antonia goodbye minutes ago, and also the happiness I was feeling while we were having dinner. It felt like a part of me was complete yet also missing. It was all so confusing.
Why was I suddenly drawn to Irene’s daughter the minute I saw her? Why was I so proud of her when she gushed about how impressed the college scouts were with her? Why was I so happy when I watched her eat and talk about herself? Why did it hurt a lot when I said goodbye to her and left her alone? Why am I so confused about what I feel for that young girl?
I groaned in frustration slightly as I tried to wrap my head around it, trying to give myself a sensible and logical answer as to why I’m drawn to tha
