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After Angelo leaves, I exhale deeply, trying to centre myself. I need to be able to function without having him cross my mind every other second. I try my best to shake away the thought of him despite the chills repeatedly passing through my body. Instead, I grab my phone and text Caterina, letting her know to come over as soon as she can. Within a few seconds, she replies eagerly, letting me know that she’s on her way. While I wait, I decide to head to step away from the dining table, being sure to thank Frederic and his assistants for the delicious breakfast just as they move to clear the table. I find myself in the living room where I would have my digital sketchpad laid out, settling on doing a digital sketch, considering I don't have any of my art supplies here. Art h
