65~ His Decision

"So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?" Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest.

"Well," he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go well, I'd say. But at least, it doesn't matter."

Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question.

"Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he's got to say. "He didn't want us to get married, he feels you don't deserve to join the Ferdinando family."

Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling.

"Freya?" He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said." She did her best not to sound sour even though that's what she feels at the moment.

"Are you alright?"