Ariana POV
I felt the doorknob turn again with more force this time, fighting against my grip and my breath hitched.
There was no point in hiding that she already suspected someone was behind it.
I wished it was Marco who held the knob, but it would definitely not make sense that Marco would react this way.
Even as my hand battled silently against her turning grip, my eyes searched Marco’s for answers.
The next five seconds of silence made me dread what would follow.
“Open it,” Marco commanded. I swallowed hard, it wasn't what I would have wanted him to say, but there was nothing I could do now, finally I stopped resisting. I released the knob and moved back to his side.
Mother walked in swiftly, her eyes darting between me and Marco as she studied us both.
Her gaze flashed wit
