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𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕,

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SHE still couldn't process what Marcelo said to her.

Italy?!

In two fucking days?!

"Miss, you're wet," The maid said.

Violeta didn't hear. She was looking at the painting on the wall.

"Miss?" The maid called out.

"Miss!" The maid said giving Violeta a nudge.

Violeta jumped and looked at the maid.

"I'm sorry?"

"You spilled water on yourself. Let me clean this up while you change," The maid smiled.

Violeta looked down at her outfit seeing it was wet as well as the floor and the tables.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry," Violeta said standing up.

She thanked the maid and quickly went upstairs to Marcelo's room.

She barged in to find Marcelo's pants unzipped and his shirt unbuttoned.

"We're going to Italy?!" Violeta repeated.

Marcelo smirked.

"I said this many times. I'm not repeating myself," Marcelo said sitting down on the bed.

"I'm not going to Italy," Violeta said.

Marcelo rolled his eyes.

"I'm not asking you if you're going. I'm telling you we're going,"

"I belong here with my family. My sister is probably looking for me," Violeta said still not caring about her wet clothes.