Amelia's Pov
A month passed by without much encounter from Alessandro.
I wasn't just furious, I was mad. We barely spoke to each other, he was always so consumed with that b***h Sofia. Meanwhile I spent my days plotting different ways to make him pay.
Isabelle and I sat by the mansion entrance, quietly gazing around.
The house was heavily guarded with guards, their expressions cold and unyielding.
Alessandro and Sofia were out shopping for the wedding, a fact that made my blood boil. I hated the fact that my parents' killer was free and I was trapped here like a prisoner.
The large iron gates swung open and a sleek black Mercedes zoomed in. Isabelle and I quickly rose to our feets.
“Here comes another drama," Isabelle muttered under her breath.
I stifled a laugh, watching as the
