43| Deep Shit.

ROSALINDA.

Clearly, I was not in my right senses when I spilled the secret I had always guarded to Antonio. I allowed my anger to control me, and what made it even worse was that he said nothing to me afterward. Nothing!

I didn’t know what he thought of me, and that was driving me crazy. I only hoped he wouldn’t spill my secrets to Papà because I’d die of shame and embarrassment if my family found out that I slept with a total stranger and had no idea who Carlo’s father was.

Papà invited the Russo’s for dinner tonight, and I didn’t even know how to face him. What type of eyes would he use to look at me? Would it be the usual lustful ones, or would it change to one of disdain?

The door suddenly dinged open, pulling me out of my trance as I turned to see Sofia venturing into the room.

“Sofia.” I called and immediately inched closer to her when I sensed her mood. She looked really downcast.

“What happened?” I asked, concerned, when I came to a stop in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

“I am