Vincenzo

VINCENZO

I pulled up in front of the store. A side glance towards Rina revealed her staring out to the window. A strange feeling sat within me. I was oddly pleased knowing she'd shaken off her nervousness and had relaxed. That should explain why her eyes were on the window and not her laps.

But then, I couldn't be sure. She hadn't focused on any other object throughout the drive. But then again…

Ugh. Too many but's.

Somehow, I liked this silent, submissive aspect of her. And I wished she'd be this way whenever I made the move. Her tears and pleas had begun to tear me apart. I was losing it. Madre or those noisy maids—especially, what was her name again? The assistant maid or something. There was something about her that wasn't right. And from all indications, she could employ her rather bulbous nose to good use and sniff out the truth.

That'd be the end of me.

I sought for my black card in the glove compartment; but on a second thought, decided against it. Reason being that Rina w