Grace’s POV
I remembered the license number and double-checked to confirm; it was the same number. What the hell? Is Damiano sending his men behind me? Why wouldn’t he tell me? These were the questions filling my mind. This feeling of being under somebody’s eye has been constantly bugging me all along college life and I thought maybe the environment at Stanford was leading to my paranoia but again in Venice same thing is happening all over again. The only time I have felt free of the paranoia was when I was on the trip across Italy with Aurora and Angela. I assumed that my anxiety was playing games with me but I don’t think it's a game anymore. But Damiano had only known me for a couple of weeks; he can’t be the one in America. Maybe he sent someone to keep an eye on my safety here in Ve
