ANGELICA'S POV
“Hey, how are you holding up?”
This was the first question my stepdad asked me when I called him.
I licked my bottom lip, unsure.
I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or lie like always.
After leaving that restaurant with the Martino brothers, I returned to this guest house, my temporary residence, while I was here.
The Martino brothers weren't living too far from this house, only a few houses away.
This place was like a mini village. We traveled for one hour from the airport to reach this civilization. At first, I thought it was just a tiny city, but I soon realized it was more like a town where everyone knew everyone.
They were living in a confined yet well-reformed and developed area.
“Angelica,” My stepdad's voice caught my attention, and I sighed
