SERENA’S POV
It’s been a week, a whole week, of almost losing my mind because of these strange feelings bubbling up in me.
And the reason for these feelings was even scarcely around.
I was almost forced to ask where he went or spends his night.
Since he very rarely came home, but then I felt like I had no right to.
And maybe, I was afraid of knowing where he had been.
Probably with one of his mistresses, or with her, a certain picture came to my mind.
Frolicking around, totally forgetting he had a wife.
Not like it’s any of my concern though.
I sighed.
“Are you okay?" Lorenzo asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Ooh... yeah," I nodded emphatically, picking up the spoon I didn't know I had dropped.
“Is the food not to your liking?” Aunt Issadora asked, looking a bit worried.
