"You're in America?" He repeated again, like he wanted to climb out of the phone and fight me.
The sound of Roberto's voice slammed into my chest harder than I expected. I froze at the edge of the bed, still in the dress I'd worn for the wedding, my heels kicked off somewhere near the door. Every trace of wanting to use the bathroom conveniently disappeared.
My phone was pressed to my ear, my hand suddenly clammy against the screen.
"Hello to you too, Roberto." I said, forcing a wry smile he couldn't see.
"Mira," his tone was sharp, accusatory. "Do you have any idea what it's like to turn on the TV and see my sister... My own sister on the arm of Jace Romano at one of the most public weddings of the year? You didn't think to call me first?!"
I exhaled, sinking onto the mattress. The room smelled faintly of Jace's cologne he'd just stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving me in the silence of this place. Silence that wasn't silent anymore.
