“Siena, are you just as scared as I am?” I asked her as I drove through the Lamberti estate. It took me a lot of courage to come here, and I felt guilty for lying to my father.
Matteo would’ve never agreed to this, and I knew he would find out at some point, but it I would let him find out when he couldn’t stop me anymore.
All Siena did was squeal as usual, and I was literally counting down the years until she could finally say something. This whole situation would’ve been easier if she was actually allowed to have a say in all of this. Would she get over her cheating father?
I was so determined to avoid Christian, but I had no choice but to face him today. I didn’t ran away from him because I hated him, but I avoided him because I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate him for his words which I could still not process. Dirty Alfonzo’s.
