*Vincenzo's POV*
"I am going to Russia for business."I announced,my index rising and falling with the accelerated beating of my heart.
Evangeline sat across from me,her hair pulled back from her face,not in a bun-if she turned to leave,It wasn't in a bun today--but it was still held up by a French pin at the back of her head with loose damp strands dangling around her chin.
"It'll be a two week trip."I continued despite her very obvious disinterest.
It didn't help that I was being particularly hostile this evening,she argued with me for breakfast and decided to spend the rest of her day chit-chatting and swimming with Zane while I had to deal with the possibility of what Chyna told me.
That couldn't be true--
She sighed and pulled away some strands stuck to her face and I got enraged again as the memory of her giggling in the pool returned to me.
