Irene’s POV
Antonio didn’t reply to my calls or text messages last night, so I started to get worried. I could barely sleep. All I kept thinking about was the outcome of the dinner with his dad. He wouldn’t be leaving for New York again, right?
“Mom...” Antonia shouted, her voice bringing me out of the trance I had fallen into unknowingly.
I cleared my throat and looked up at her, “Were you talking to me?” I asked, looking disoriented
She c****d an eyebrow, “Are you okay mom?” She asked.
I nodded and sipped from my juice, “Yes sweetie, I’m alright. Why?” I answered.
“Well, I’ve been talking to you for about three minutes now and you’ve just been staring at your food and twirling the fork around the poor pasta. You’ve been in your head mom.” She answered.
I sighed, “I’m sorry
