Miranda's Point of View
"Alright, we should go home. We need to pack our bags and get some things ready for the trip," Mr. Antonio worriedly glanced our way as he said those words.
Anna snickered as she motioned for me to bring my ear closer, then she whispered, "He must be cursing at me in his mind."
I wasn't supposed to laugh, but seeing the triumphant smirk on her face, I couldn't help it.
"He's just worried that the trip would stress you, but unfortunately, you're not worried for yourself," I whispered back. "You're going to be the end of this man," I scolded her, still maintaining my hushed voice.
"I know," she nodded in agreement, her smirk turning into a prideful one.
Mr. Antonio got up. He bowed at Vincenzo once more before coming over to our side. He stretched out his hand, but Anna raised her hands instead, motioning for him to carry her.
"Anna!" I gently slapped her hands down. "Don't you know it's dangerous to carry you at this stage of your pregnancy? I know you don't val
