Rachel sat at the dining table, fidgeting with her own thoughts.
God really does hate me!
All I needed was my family and my love together. But no! one thing. One thing I wish for and that one thing just could not happen for me!
“Rachel, are you alright?” Marilyn broke her thought stance making Rachel realize that she was grinding her teeth and twirling her pasta with the fork, almost murdering it.
“Yes!” she shook her head slightly, straightening in her seat.
“I am so sorry dear, you had to witness all that bloodshed in the office today.” Marco spoke with sympathy and plead in his eyes.
Rachel simply smiled back because the blood of that disrespectful bald was the last thing on her mind.
“Yeah, we should’ve understood that you are not used of all these things.” Stephano apologized
