ADRIANA'S POV
I spent the rest of the day wandering the mansion, trying to memorize the feel of the place before I left but even as I walked around, talking to people, Valentina's words echoed in my head like a haunting melody. "If you don't say it now, you'll end up regretting it…" She wasn't wrong.
But how could I? How could I tell Vincenzo how I felt when I wasn't even sure of his feelings? For the time I had spent in this house, I had seen glimpses of affection and protectiveness. But then there were the walls he put up, the distance he maintained, and the way he seemed determined to send me away.
I liked him that way; I had grown to no matter how much I denied it, but I knew it would never work out. He was a mafia don and who was I? The daughter of his family's debtor who couldn't protect herself till he came along to teach her how to. Did I even have a place in his life?
