Viviana POV
I stuff my last dress into my suitcase and look around my room. Short of week-long vacations with my family when we were kids, I've never really been away from this place. A feeling of sadness washes over me when I realize tomorrow, when I wake up, I won't have breakfast with my parents. What the hell is wrong with me? I'll be back in a few weeks. Get a grip on yourself Vivi. I latch my suitcase and pull it to the door with the other two. I grab my phone and my purse just as a knock sounds on my door.
I pull it open and freeze when I find Angelo standing outside my door. He looks like sh*t. Bruises cover his face and his left hand and wrist are in a cast. "What do you want?" "I wanted to apologize principessa." "Don't call me that. Just call me Vivi. Besides, you can keep yo
