Two weeks had passed since the engagement party and our relationship was trapped in a dilemma.
Alessandro had used the full weight of the Marchetti name to completely lock down the media after that night.
No photos of the slap ever leaked, no blogs caught wind of the confrontation and the high society guests who had witnessed it knew better than to say a word outside.
Things between us had gotten significantly worse... i couldn't get Celia's venomous words out of my head.
Because of it a toxic pattern had settled between us. Whenever he stayed out late for work an irrational part of me would panic, wondering exactly where he was and who he was with.
And when he finally did come home exhausted and looking for peace, I found myself snapping at him over the smallest things...… pushing him away before he could even try to explain.
