"Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about."
AVA WILSON P.O.V
I didn't say a word as we made our way home, or even when we reached our penthouse. Marcello also notices me but ignores it. He wasn't even trying to start a conversation. I placed my purse on the couch and made a bee-line to the kitchen. I was completely starving as I didn't eat anything there. I scoff as I remember that itchy-bitchy Jessica.
I opened the fridge and frowned as there was nothing to eat and I was craving for some greasy food.
Marcello entered the kitchen and stopped as he stared at me standing there. He stared at me as I looked away from his gaze and walked toward the living room, taking my purse and making my way to the entrance.
"I'm going out." I stated rudely and entered
