MARCELLO TROCELLI P.O.V
As soon as the door to our room slammed closed, I know I crossed the line. I let out an exasperation sigh. "You better fix this, Marcello. Whatever it is you did, kindly apologise to her." Gabby said as she stood at the kitchen corner.
"How are you too sure that it was my fault?" I annoyingly asked her as I plopped myself down on the couch.
"Is it not?" She questioned with a pointed look as she glanced at me.
"I was just stating a fact, Gabby. She can't just leave whenever she felt. She has to informed me first, I was f*****g scared, what if something happen, or if she got lost or what if someone kidnapper her?"
"Depends on how you were showing your 'care side'. You have the right to get mad as long as you're in the right mind and in the right position to do s
