Angelica’s POV:
With the lack of rest and nutrition, I stand on the edge of a cliff. The insult Stefano gave me is the sprinkle on the poisonous cake.
After I got dressed consisting of blue jeans and one of Anthony’s shirt, I began my prep talk once more. I always thought it was stupid to prep talk myself before a situation, but it feels like that’s all I’ve been doing nowadays.
I inhale the sweet scent of Anthony before tucking his shirt inside the pants to look a bit more fashionable. Gianni taught me that tucking large shirts inside pants always look chic.
I know its weird of me to pack and wear Anthony’s shirt, but it makes me feel like he is here. It makes me feel safe.
The phone rang, and I look at the unfamiliar number. I slide across the screen, “Hello?”
“Sup,” the fa
