39.
Amelia's POV
Three days later
I sighed, crossing my legs as I sat on a bench at the garden.
"Amelia!" I heard a familiar voice call my name out of nowhere. I looked around hoping this was real but it's a pity I'm wallowing in my imaginations again.
Alessandro, why are you doing this to me? Ever since our argument the other day, he has been avoiding me and I was doing my best to pretend as if I was the least affected.
"What are you doing here?" I looked beside me and saw a girl, Vivianne precisely. She folded her arms across her chest defiantly and raised her chin, obviously waiting for me to speak .
"I should be asking you that question. What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes at her. I was here before her, besides the last time I checked, this garden doesn't belong to her.
