Angelica’s POV:
I’ve never felt so ashamed before in my life.
I want to die.
I look behind the woman to see another shadow made its appearance. Anthony stands there in a dashing white button-up shirt with a silky black necktie. His face says all.
Anthony, my dear husband, please kill me.
“Mamma-” Anthony’s voice intervenes in the midst of silence. “this is my wife, Angelica Chisai. Angelica-” he looks back at me. The beating inside my chest only rose as his tongue steadily swept across his dry lip. “This is my mother,” his voice sounds somehow strain.
I force out a smile despite wanting to cry. “Hello, Mrs.Maranzano,” I said, covering up my legitimately expose boobs.
She scoffs while looking at me before returning her sight towards Anthony then back towards my shamefully se
