Valentina's POV I stare at my mom in horror as she adjusts in her seat with a look of guilt. My Father is also sitting, just like always opposite me, watching her too with an angry expression. I shouldn't have come here. My mother will never change from the woman she has always been. She had kept all of these in check simply because Father could provide for all her unnecessary demands. But now that he can barely buy her designer bags, shoes and clothes, she is hell-bent on frustrating his life. This man is barely holding up and this is how she wants to help him. She stretches her hand to touch me but I stand up abruptly, making her hand drop. My anger has increased ten folds. Probably because she made me yell at Rocco for no reason. I thought he was being selfish again, just like every other time when he cares about only himself and not me. This time, I was wrong. "Valentina, you should go home. It's getting late", My dad says after clearing his throat. "Rocco and I have no b
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