Renzo's POV.
The days were slowly going by, with me , still planning out everything. I wanted it to come out perfectly. I wanted no mistakes.
The day since Sofia and I spoke, she still hasn't called me and each time I tried to call her, she wouldn't pick, or if she did, she was not going to say much.
I know that, something was going on with her,but she was not ready to say it, for reasons which I don't know.
What exactly could be her problem?.
I sighed, not knowing exactly what to do.
She was really getting my head messed up.
Something which I didn't really like.
After I comeback from my walked today, I was going to a put a call through to her.
I don't understand, the kind of attitude she has been given me lately. Perhaps I was going to call either Enzo or Nicco, to explain the to me, exactly what was happening back at the house there in Florida.
That even reminded me.
