Angel Vinci- Souza POV
Salvatore hasn't been back all day; he left early before I could wake up with a sweet kiss to the cheek and an overly expensive curated breakfast with all sorts of delicious food to make any woman lose her mind.
I poured white wine into the wine glass seated outside on a bamboo chair at the beach house expecting his return. I hate to feel this dependent on anyone but he wouldn't let me leave the house on my own to tour around the beautiful city with strict instructions he loves coming back to me at home.
One year.
Just one year and his rules and commands would be over. I can't wait. But still I can't stop my head from worrying about his safety if he was alright or if he had anything to eat. Is this how it feels to be married, scared and wishful? I've co
