AMELIA'S POV
As the day of the marriage ceremony drew near, I couldn't stop thinking of the outcome if our plan flops. Although, Gianna's schemes were perfect, and any tendency to lose means we didn't hatch them well.
Speaking of her, Gianna had been living in a guest Apartment since her arrival. She was able to blend well with the rest of the people and one would hardly notice she was a foreigner. Every day, we constantly met in a secret hideout but currently she was in my home, for the first time.
I stared at her face which was filled with discomfort and irritation, causing me to my eyes at her display. I already informed her before she came so there's no need to be dramatic.
“So you live here?” She queried, scanning my house slowly.
“Yes. This is where I live temporarily.”
“Oh.
