Grace’s POV
I forgive you, Damiano.
He turned his head to me and he looked shocked. Did he really think I was going to be mad at him forever? Well I did threaten him that I would leave but I didn’t mean it, it was the anger controlling my mind.
“Do you want to know why I was mad at you?” I asked him focusing on tying the bandage over his bullet wound. He nodded his head and kept on gazing at you. “As a normal person, I should be mad at you for invading my privacy for such a long time but I was over it within a night.” I chuckled at my own stupidity. “I kept on thinking what would have happened if I didn’t come to Italy, I would never meet my guardian angel, I would never meet my peace.” My voice was barely a whisper towards the end. “I would have love to be there for you on your journe
