Zoey p.o.v
“Marco!” A high pitch voice screamed in the air, startling and disturbing the quietness in the house.
I shifted my gaze to the kitchen door, waiting for the person to appear, as the footsteps drew close. I didn't have to wait long as a model figured woman walked through the door, swinging her perfect waist side to side.
Her oval-shaped face was plastered with a sweet smile, stretching her tender small pink lips. Her cheekbones rising to her extent and her blue eyes brighten up upon seeing Marco, like a kid on Christmas.
“I knew I'd find you here.” Her sweet voice startled me again, her voice was the best I've heard so far, soft and tender.
“How could you leave without telling, you left Paris suddenly? Do you know how worried I was?” She complains with a cute pout that
