She’d never walked this way before, but the map on Elena’s phone showed her that it was less than a mile from the prima’s enormous hacienda-style home to the Victorian house on Hillside Avenue. That was just enough time for her to try to corral her racing thoughts, to do her best to think of what she could say to Alessandro.
Better to prepare herself for his anger. She still thought she was in the right, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t apologize for what had happened after she blew up at him. It probably had been childish for her to not call or even text. Adults were supposed to talk things out, weren’t they?
Too bad she had so little experience at being an adult.
It was time to start acting like one, though. She knew she’d scored a victory back at Miranda’s house, but it was a hollow
