ROSALINDA.
A knock sounded on my bedroom door, and before I could grant permission to whoever it was, the door swung open, and Antonio slipped inside.
I wasn’t in any way surprised when I saw him. It wasn’t his first time sneaking into my room, anyway.
“You shouldn’t be in here.” I stated, closing the book in my hand and lazily sitting up from the bed.
Ignoring my statement, he leaned on the door, gazing at me menacingly as he folded his arms across his chest. “I can see that you enjoy the company of that guy. What’s his name again? Liam? What were you discussing with him?"
“It’s none of your business.” I hissed, shrugging.
“It is my business!” He retorted firmly.
“Why do you make everything your business?” I challenged, jumping to my feet and closing the distance between us. “Sofia
