Giovanni's POV

When our gazes met, I knew she was mad. I know that she heard the news or perhaps someone told it to her. I marched to her before I grabbed her wrist when she was about to avoid me.

"Trix."

"Hmm?"

"What's the matter?"

She shook her head, "nothing." She then removed my hand.

"I was not born yesterday to believe that. You said earlier that you wanted to talk to me. Here I am." I said as she faced me ...