Elena.

I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was off between Deangelo and me. Whenever he was around, there was a palpable tension in the air. His responses to my questions had become short and distant, and he avoided making eye contact with me. It felt as if a barrier had been erected between us, and I couldn't help but blame myself for it.

I tried to reason with myself that perhaps it was for the best. Our relationship had always been a complicated one, with Deangelo being a Ferrari and me being an Amato. It was a love that was never going to work, that is never meant...