ALINA
I pulled out a chair from the dinning area and shambled myself into it.
With nervousness building up in me, I took out a plate and served myself some food. As I did so, my breathing suddenly became hitched within me. It caged in my lungs and and I had to try calm myself.
"So how long have you and Dante being married?" Stella cheekily asked with a wink.
I downcasted my eyes and I pressed in my lips tightly. "Not for so long. Barely two months" I replied.
From the corners of my eyes, I could spot Dante's face contorted and his knuckles were so balled up that I could swear it was turning white.
Oh my God. Why was Dante so vexed and tensed? I could clearly see that he was trying so hard to control his anger.
He was so inflamed with exasperation and it was without any f*****g reas
