“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Gemma. Please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not.” “You look mad.” I was mad. Not at her. I was mad at myself and Savio, and Diego. “How long has this been going on?” Toni shrugged. “A few weeks.” “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we could tell each other everything.” She blushed. “I was worried about how you’d react.” I linked our fingers. “You know I’d support you with anything. Even if seeing you kiss my brother makes me want to bleach my brain.” I grinned and finally she smiled back.
If i was gemma rn tony would b dead
