Chapter fifty-six
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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I don't feel good. And I'm not confident how I feel in the first place. Mateo and I are driven by Carlos from the mourning event, where people looked like they were faking their pity for us. But we didn't deserve either of that.
The whole ride is filled with silence, but I can sense the ire he held behind those dark eyes when he took glances at me. I wanted to make a conversation, so it might have eased up, but I didn't get a chance or maybe my hair didn't try harder.
He might wear the golden ring in public to show his marital status, but not once hold me in public to show them he's mine.
Right.
This isn't about me. It's always going to be about him..
Yan comes up and opens the door when we pull over. Yan's presence only makes it harder
