For a heartbeat, Seraphina felt the weight of everything he had done to her in the past. Memories came rushing back, dark and bitter. She blinked rapidly, stood up with a jerk, and stormed away in frustration.
Vincenzo watched her retreat, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He pushed himself off the floor, running a hand through his messy hair. “Oops… mission accomplished. "She has some feelings for me,” he murmured to himself with a lovely smile.
At the poolside, Seraphina’s mind was a storm. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself, gripping her hair as if trying to pull out the thoughts that haunted her.
“Why the hell did I care about that bastard?” she hissed, her voice low but trembling. “No! I should hate him with everything I have. He is the reason my entire life is a mes
