Delilah's POV
"Are you doing okay, Mrs. Milazzo?" Victor asks, looking into the rearview mirror for a moment to check on me.
"I'm fine. Just eating my breakfast." Which is amazing. This muffin is so sweet and fluffy. She packed me orange juice too. The kind in the box with the tiny straw. I don't know what it is about those kiddy boxes of juice, but I love them. I don't care what anyone says, the juice always tastes better.
"We'll be there in a few minutes, Mrs. Milazzo. Just sit back and relax before your exam." He stops at the red light, and I look out the window, getting lost in the thoughts of Carmine. Life has been different from what I imagined it would be with him.
It's hard, and we fight a lot, but it's always about him being overprotective and controlling. It's always about me and his fear of losing me, and it's hard to stay mad at him when he cares about me.
