"My mom?" I questioned, munching disbelievingly, and wondered what was in the surprise mood, as though my eyebrows had risen high to astonishment. I couldn't attempt to decipher the words Roma was saying to me.
"Yes, she did," he said, his expression serious, with deep concern settling on his brow, sadness flooding into his eyes. "Even Anaya," he sneered, his voice heavy with contempt, lips curling up in disgust.
The raging anger surged further in my deepened chest, knowing that the people were really working against me to finish my relationship with Roman. My mind was storm-clouded with what seemed like a thousand thoughts, pounding like a heartbeat in my chest. The air-having room was almost muted and quiet, with just that soft humming of the air conditioner braving its stillness as
