LYANNA'S POV.
The room has been silent for a couple of minutes now.
After the whole plate-shattering incident, Emiliano quickly rushed to help me clean up the mess. Even though ordinarily I would have told him not to bother, I couldn't for the life of me put together enough words to stop him. Instead, I watched with wide eyes and my mouth agape like an i***t as he found the broom himself and swept everything off the floor before going over to dump it in the trash can.
He shouldn't be doing that. He was stressing his burnt and bleeding palms, and that wasn't good for the injury. But again, I couldn't speak. I was way too shocked and confused to say a single word.
"Emiliana_," he started, and I quickly shook myself out of my frozen state as I turned to him with a forced smile.
"Actually
