Danielle
I purse my lips, kneading my fingertips. “Why does this have to do something with me? Maybe they just wanted to be nice.”
Shrugging, I look around evasively, finding Natalina, who is looking at me with a strange look. “I was just shopping.”
“Danielle…” Giovanni warns in an annoyed tone, and I lift a shoulder.
“Erm… Well…” I start, setting my eyes back onto Giovanni, who is clenching his jaw. “Maybe… It is because I went to the prison yesterday.”
He closes his eyes as his shoulders slump. “What prison?”
“I went to see my father.”
Breathing out a deep, distraught breath, he holds his forehead, opening his eyes to look down at me. “No.”
“Sorry?” I say with a shy smile, making him groan.
“What the f**k, Danielle! I had asked you to let it be.”
“I know, but I couldn
