Angelica's POV:
I sat on the balcony bench and stared at the buildings around us. I waited, waiting motionlessly for the next step. Then, I doze off and drop my head on the wooden bench, landing on my side. The blurred image of my hand made its appearance, and I could see red blood trickling down.
Then, I swallow. The air seemingly knocks out of my lungs, and I struggle to inhale...exhale.
“Mrs.Maranzano,” a bodyguard calls for me. I glance to the side, seeing the same person from last night. “Mr.Bianchi is ready for you.”
I sat upward. “What’s your name?” There were so many people in and out of my life lately; I lost the will to personally get to know them. However, this man is different. I had seen him more than a few times, and he somehow stands out. Or maybe, its the fact
