ANTONIO.
The situation between Rosalinda and Sofia was awkward, as Sofia realised that Rosalinda and I admired each other. It was even more awkward for me because I found myself questioning why I had chosen to protect Rosalinda instead of my own bride.
"Oh, my God." Roberto’s voice pierced the air, and I swung my head to the side to see him approaching us with worries saturating his features.
"Rosa, Sofia." He addressed his daughters when he came to a stop in front of us, darting his gaze between the both of them. "Are you both okay?"
They both nodded gently without uttering a word.
He let out a sigh of relief before flicking his gaze at me, a scowl masking his features.
Before he could open his mouth to talk, I spoke first. "What happened?"
"Why don’t you go and ask your men who ru
