Heyyy. I just wanted to let you all know that there will be mentions of sexual assault in this chapter.
As we sat in Seraphine's office, I started to think about what she told me.
'Don't let your past affect your present.'
It's kind of hard do that when your present is a constant reminder of the past.
We were laughing about stupid things men do when there was a knock on the door. Seraphine immediately stopped laughing and put on a cold face.
"Who is it?" She called out strongly.
"Lorenzo. I'm here to pick up Marlowe." The voice came through the door.
Here we go.
"Come in." Seraphine granted Lorenzo to come into the office.
The door slowly creeked open and my face dropped when I saw Lorenzo and Alessio standing there.
Seraphine stiffened when she saw Alessio.
Interesting.
"Lorenzo. You were supposed to come alone." She scolded.
Alessio scoffed. "What? You didn't want to see your favorite Angeli, Sera?"
What's with the nickname?
"Only those close to me are allowed to call me that, Angeli." Seraphine responded coldly.
Yup. They absolutely have history.
Lorenzo cleared his throat. "Well, Chevalier, you should know that I am, in fact, a horrible liar. And you already know that Alessio is like a hound dog when it comes to sniffing out dishonesty. Long story short, he found out that I was coming here to pick up Marlowe and he forced me to let him tag along."
I could feel Alessio's eyes burning a hole into my head, but I kept my gaze on the floor, not making eye contact.
I heard footsteps coming close to me before I felt a hand grip my arm, pulling me out of the chair. I lifted my gazed and glared at Alessio, who's hand was still holding tight onto my arm. I ripped my arm out of his hold and stalked past him, making sure I bumped into his shoulder on my way to the door. I walked out of the office and ran another person. This one completely accidental. I looked up and saw a boy around Dino and Antonio's age.
"Who the hell are you?" The boy asked.
"Marlowe Angeli. Who the hell are you?" I responded in the same demanding tone.
"Théo Chevalier. What were you doing in my sister's office?" He questioned me, narrowing his eyes.
"What is this? 20 questions?" I ridiculed his interrogation.
"Listen here, you-"
"Théo." Seraphine's voice stopped him from continuing. "Stop hammering the poor girl with questions. Where's Valerie?"
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