~~BELLA'S POV~~
Can't believe I am finally in Florence after all these days of running.
"Bella, don't tell me there is alcohol in your drink; for goodness sake, you are pregnant," Dianna complained, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes while taking a sip from my glass.
"Geez, why are you so stubborn? No wonder your husband never... ahem, I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, sensing my change of aura.
"Chris isn't my husband, okay, and even if he claims to be, I'll surely sue for a divorce once I recover fully," I roared.
"Well, Mr. Chris always claims that you're his wife, and you, on the other hand, claim that you're not his wife. To top it off, you're even pregnant for him. Geez, what a strange couple you both are," she said, rolling her eyes, but I just ignored the garbage spilling out of that trash she calls a mouth.
[Memory loss, really? How can he be easily fooled and believe that you of all people have a memory loss?]
