I wasn't seeking revenge. I just wanted to keep her safe. But it was a lie. It was revenge.
~writingRo~
Romano.
I returned home late in the afternoon to find Mia extremely excited about something because she was raiding the closet, throwing her clothes haphazardly on the floor. She was barefoot, in a white dress shirt with her hair in a ponytail and humming a song that sounded offkey.
She didn't hear me; all her attention was centered in looking for a perfect outfit.
"What are you up to, Bella Mia?" I asked, standing at the entry of the closet. She looked stunned to see me, her eyes large, eyeing me with a bit of guilt, which I didn't understand. We stood facing each other until she averted her eyes. "What is wrong, Bella?" She looked up again, nervously rubbing
