It made no sense. What on earth was he doing in Rome? On the national TV at that?! When did he learn Italian? How did he become so fluent? How did he become so...handsome?
Scarlett's heart was racing, with countless thoughts and possibilities running through her mind. The room suddenly felt too small and the air, too tight.
She couldn't breathe.
She walked out of the room, headed for the connecting balcony on the terrace, and she threw the doors open in panic, letting the cold winds rush in. She didn't mind the cold. She just needed to breathe.
The city view at night from here was breathtaking, but that was the least of her concerns as she took hold of the balcony railings.
How could he just suddenly appear after ten years. Ten years since he'd disappeared just like everyone else in her life had done. Her dad. Kyla, All of her friends. And even him too.
