A week has gone by since the charity auction and the night Kenzo and I were almost assassinated.
We’ve been closer than ever.
He’s been sticking around more and has even practically moved into my bedroom. The amount of stuff this man has is outrageous.
I honestly think he has more clothes than me.
Alessandro and Nadia have been more in love everyday. She’s also getting so much bigger—if that’s even possible.
God, pregnancy does not look fun.
The only thing I find desirable about it, is how Nadia’s mood swings throws my brother in a loop. That man runs around like his head is cut off trying to please her sudden mood swings.
And don’t get me started about her weird cravings.
I laugh at the thought.
I parked one of Kenzo’s luxury cars in the underground garage at his office
