Chapter 18

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Sunday was sitting on the couch that morning. She closed her eyes while feeling the soft melody of music coming from the speakers inside the shop. She is relaxing her mind from over thinking.

"It is true that look can be deceiving."

She slowly opens her eyes when she heard someone talked.

"Alessandra," she uttered.

The woman sat on the single couch in front of her. "I want to be frank, you like Matteo, don't you?"

Sunday wasn't ready for that question, she didn't expect it so she just stare at Alessandra for the next seconds.

"You like him, right?"

Sunday didn't release her gaze. "My feelings are not important anymore."

Alessandra rose an eyebrow on her. "Yeah, your feelings is not important anymore. Because Matteo, he is destined to be my husband and you, you're just one of those women who he never planned taking responsibility. You are just one of his women he bedded. Pity you, did you expect romance with him?"

Sunday averted her gaze but acted like she doesn't care. But