39.

Amelia's POV

Three days later

I sighed, crossing my legs as I sat on a bench at the garden.

"Amelia!" I heard a familiar voice call my name out of nowhere. I looked around hoping this was real but it's a pity I'm wallowing in my imaginations again.

Alessandro, why are you doing this to me? Ever since our argument the other day, he has been avoiding me and I was doing my best to pretend as if I was the least affected.

"What are you doing here?" I looked ...