Niccolo
Fuck. This is a mess. I come back home, going up to our room.
She's waiting for me, and not happily.
“You're just gonna waltz in here after that?”
After what?
She stands. “You have a fiance in Italy? Ring a bell?”
How did she...how did she know?
Fuck. Only one person would've told her that.
“Yeah. But...it's not what you think, alright?”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Then what the f**k is it like?”
I loosen my tie, rolling my eyes. “I don't need this right now.”
“What do you mean, Niccoló? You're engaged to someone else, and you think that okay?”
No? Yes? I don't know! I—
“It's not a big deal, Manon. After all, until a month ago, you were married, remember? Full fledged married, and did you tell me that?”
She scoffs. “Oh we're talking about that?”
“We're not talking
