Madeline was actually relieved that they were heading back to the walls of the house that she hated so much. She was glad to be away from those people, she was glad to be away from Franco in particular. Something about him was scary, and she had felt like something had been amiss between him and Alvise, whatever it was; she was yes absolutely no part in it.
"What are you Thinking?". Alvise's voice drew her out of here reverie.
She blinked quickly before turning to face him.
"I don't want to talk to you". She said to him, and she meant it.
The evening had been unimaginably overwhelming in all ways, and he was the main cause of it. He merely shook his head and returned his gaze to the screen of his phone.
Madeline let out a heavy breath and her tensed shoulders sagged. It had been a lon
