*Caterina*

“Anna?” I asked warily as she stormed across the pathway straight toward me, looking like she might slap the hell out of me for whatever I did to cause her grievances.

She stopped inches in front of me, eyes blazing with fury with her hands on her hips. She reminded me of my mom when she caught me trying to light a cigarette when I was sixteen. I had gotten a mouth full, and Mom had been furious.

But now, I had no idea what I had done to ...