27

Thalia

I felt kind of guilty when I saw Luciano’s face fall; however, I stood my ground and kept my gaze strong.

I remembered the words he said four years ago, and it’s nothing compared to mine. So, there’s no need for me to feel any pity for him.

Lucille and I are doing fine without him, and honestly, I feel like he’s just here to shatter my world once more.

“You don’t mean that, don’t you?” he said in a broken voice.

“I do,” I stubbornly said. “So, I don’t know how you got here or how you’re going to leave, but I want you gone now.”

His gaze hardened with every word, and it was a shame that I almost forgot how stubborn he truly was.

It was the very reason why we didn’t get along during the first months we’ve spent together—he’s just as stubborn as me.

“I drove here,” he said. “And I’m going to stay here—no matter what you say. I already talked to Grandpa Ferri awhile back, and he agreed to let me stay here for a couple of days.”

“What? You asked him without my permission?”

He smirked