Rafaelle's POV
As I got out of the smooth shiny black car I made sure to close the door with a strong bang and I could feel the impact travel through my entire body. The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away and in its place, I could feel a deep sense of anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. With my jaw tightly clenched, I confidently walked up the path leading to my house. My mind was racing with thoughts and memories from the argument I had just had earlier with a man named Don Campani.
“Why does that old man think he has the right to dictate how I live my life in such an unreasonable way?” I quietly complained to myself feeling a wave of irritation wash over me that I didn’t want to deal with. Just the idea of his expectation—” Marry Luiza? Just like it’s the easies
