GIULIA
I had just dropped the cup and turned to leave, only to freeze when my ears picked up a familiar voice. There was no way in hell I wouldn't recognize that voice. It was the object of my fantasy. The rich baritone that always floored me whenever I heard it.
Gulping, as sweat beaded my forehead, I walked towards the sitting room, as goosebumps materialized on my skin, and my heartbeat escalated.
I tried to tell myself I had just imagined it. He wasn't the one in the sitting room with June. There was no freaking way in hell that could be the case.
Yes.
That's right. I must have imagined it. It could be because of Mary's words.
“Guilia? You have a guest!” June called out to me, further petrifying me. I couldn't even move. I stood in a place, trying to regulate my heartbeat as
