Chapter 39 Breaking Apart
- MALIA
- I was sitting in my room, staring at the door like he would walk in any second and be his typical annoying self. Marcello didn’t show.
- After what had happened, I hadn’t expected him to pick me up and drive me to my riding lessons. Not that I could ride comfortably with the cuts on my feet. It hadn’t been a week since I had last seen the Tinker Pony, but I already missed Snowflake.