Rosalia’s POV:
‘Let’s talk about it,” Ash had said, and we did. Hours and hours were dedicated to arguing back and forth about the Gala. Who goes and who doesn’t? Why do certain people can and why others can’t? Personally, by the time night fell I’d had enough. “Why don’t we just decide who’s going and start from there,”
Ash gives me a hard look. “And I suppose you want to?” I give him a ‘how stupid are you?’ look and he sighs. “Just be patient Rosa, you’ll get a chance to see him.” But I didn’t want to be. Screw patience. Didn’t he realize how bad it was that we were still apart - couldn’t he feel it? I can, but if you rush into this you could get caught and killed. Again. He replies frostily, but I could hear the concern underneath. I’m just looking out for you.
I know you are, I rep
