“Ughh….. what’s with the look on your face, Delilah?” Dante asked with a confused look on his face as she stared at Delilah who stood there with her eyes wide open and jaw dropped.

“Da-da-Dante?” Delilah called out, still thinking that Alessia was standing behind her and they had both been bursting.

“Yes, me. What’s wrong?” Dante asked as he walked over to the kitchen island to pick up an apple resting in one of the baskets.

Delilah blinked in shock, wasn’t he seeing Alessia?

She swallowed her saliva and slowly turned around, expecting to see Alessia still standing behind her. But to her greatest shock, no one was behind...