ROMAN POV
I grip the steering wheel tightly.
My anger is intensifying
Rose's words echo.
"Getting married."
To someone else.
Unacceptable.
We drive in silence to the delivery location
Tension building up and finally I snap.
"Why are you wearing that perfume?" I ask out of the blue.
Accusing.
Rose looks at me confused.
"What's wrong with my perfume?" she asks calmly...