Waiting was one of the things Aurora wasn’t particularly good at. She preferred to actually do something, to feel like she was in charge of her life. But it seemed as if since she met Matteo, the person she had been, morphed into someone who did nothing but wait for others to show up and change her life without her having any say in the matter. All she could do, was react to events that were out of her control, and she didn’t like that feeling one bit. She wasn’t some sort of helpless princess in a tower, waiting for her prince to show up on a white horse – or in a black Maserati, for that matter – and save her.
But with how much her life changed, and finding out things about herself she didn’t know, she felt as if she was being thrown into the eye of a hurricane, that was set on leaving
