Bella’s POVThe door clicked shut behind them.I sat there, frozen, staring at the space where Zayden had been. The photograph lay on the table between us, still open, still accusing. My face. My dress. My hand on Marcello’s arm.I couldn't look at it anymore.I pushed it away and buried my face in my hands.What had I done?The tears came before I could stop them. Silent at first, then harder, shaking my shoulders. I had ruined everything. Everything we had just built, everything I had just confessed, everything he had just let himself feel—and I had shattered it with one stupid, ignorant mistake.I didn't know how long I sat there.Then I heard the door creak open.I looked up, quickly wiping my face.Noemi stepped inside. Her eyes softened when she saw me.“Hey," she said quietly. She walked toward me and sat in the chair beside mine. She didn't say anything at first, just sat with me, letting the silence settle.“I messed up,” I said finally. “I messed up so badly.”“We all mess u
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