Since the last fight with them, my parents haven't even tried to put effort into our relationship, which kind of just gave me a solid ground on the fact that I might not be their daughter.
I resumed work as usual and though a few times Giancarlo tried to make me quit, but I was solid on my ground. Though we acted like a sweet couple in public or in front of his grandfather.
“Ughh….. that bright colour again. Your tastes for weird colours make you look childish.”
I turned at the sound of Giancarlo's voice, almost dropping the plate in my head. Rolling my eyes, I set my eyes back to the table. Lately, he's been getting on the tips of my nerves. If it wasn't my choice of colours, it was my choice of clothing, or the way I do things.
“It's not my faul
