Chapter 117. Amara Athena Rossi

VICTORIA

“Valentino! We’re running late!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Coming!” he said before I turned and gave Susan a look.

“Is he always this late?” Susan asked in her thick French accent.

“I’m just finding out for myself,” I said to her with a smile.

It’s been three months since I left for Paris and I must say that it’s been amazing.

I’ve had Valentino who has been nothing but a big help to me ever since I got here.

The first week here was hell and I didn’t do anything but cry and obsess over going back to New York and Alessandro.

It felt like I was losing my mind.

I wanted to be with him.

I wanted him to feel at least half the way he felt for Amara for me. But that would never happen.

Throughout the ride to the hospital that day that she died, I felt a trailer load of emotions. It was almost too much to bear.

I felt guilt, hatred, and jealousy. I felt inferior compared to her.

She was obviousl