MILA'S POV
I had began feeling a certain way but shoved it aside as the expected date of birth wasn't until a week's time. I insisted I was going to cook the dishes for Amara's graduation dinner, regardless of Aunt Greta's refusal. By 5pm, I had just rounded up cooking when the others returned home from the graduation ceremony. Bianca gushed on about how the man who had been called to deliver Amara's award was drop dead gorgeous.
"You know, he is the CEO of the biggest business empire here in Italy. Manuel Russo." She grinned.
"That's wonderful! So did he propose?" I teased and she glared at me playfully.
"I wish he did. But a man like that won't even notice a middle class like me."
"Don't be so sure about that now." I said and walked away.
"Where are you going?" She called out.
