Athena wanted to ask Antonio when last he had spoken with the children—like, called them to know how they were doing—but she kept her silence.
She knew he hadn’t, not in a very long time. If he had, the children would have let her know, as they ran down their activities of the day. So, why then would he say that the children weren’t on his side? When last did he visit just to see them?
Yes, he was busy, but he didn’t get to turn around and say certain things. And when he did visit, he was all about getting even with Ewan. He didn’t even talk with her friends—not really—except to ask them something in relation to her or Ewan.
Chelsea had made mention of that during the introductory party. Areso too.
Yet, it was somehow their fault—her fault—not his? He was the one distancing himself, not the other way round!
Even her friends seemed too civil, well, in her presence, with Ewan’s friends—and she was talking about Gianna and Zane (despite the hostile, fragile energy she sometimes detected among them), and Chelsea with Sandro (even though their eyes never did meet, always avoiding each other).
Still, she hadn’t heard of complaints, trusting rather that they would confide in her when the time came, that they could handle their differences. They came together, without fuss, when necessary. But not her fiancé.
"You involve them too..." he was still talking, his voice edged slightly with irritation, "more than you involve me. I should be your first confidante."
That doesn’t happen overnight, she wanted to say, but she kept quiet too, merely meeting his eyes for a few seconds before looking away. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"You are not saying anything..."
"Oh, I thought you had more to say..." she replied smoothly, leaning back in her seat. She saw his mouth move to cuss, but heard nothing. He must be exasperated—but really, he was the one frustrating himself.
"Antonio, trusting you a hundred percent would take time."
"But I have been your friend as long as Gianna. Or even Chelsea."
And they didn’t know all there was, weren’t involved in all there was about her.
Athena only sighed softly, rubbing her thumb over the stem of her glass.
"There are different circumstances involved, Antonio. First, that they are females..." she meant that as a joke, her lips tugging wide in a teasing smile.
But he was still frowning, so she was dampened somewhat that he didn’t get the joke.
"Sandro is a male, and I feel he is more involved in what concerns you than I am. Moreso, Ewan."
Athena licked her lower lip, suppressing another sigh. We are back to square one.
"Antonio, did you think I became a doctor in four years, or is it five...?" she asked after some seconds had ticked by, voice calm, deliberate.
Antonio’s frown deepened. He didn’t understand the line of questioning, didn’t see how it was connected to the subject they were discussing.
"I don’t know... seeing as you are special though, I think so. What other explanation is there?"

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