I brushed my hair, stared in the mirror of the bathroom, and slid earrings in my ears. Three days after I shot Emers, I thought I would have some type of nightmare or nervousness with the police about what happened. But honestly, I had never felt so good and ready for the next step in my journey. I was dressed in a blue pencil skirt and white long-sleeved blouse for my first day at the Prism Gallery as an intern. Renato didn’t think I should quit my job at Calabresi Holdings, but I needed something where I could focus on my goals and not feel obligated. The gallery was the perfect place. Even though they owned it, none of the family worked there, so our working lives would be separated for the most part.
“I’m quitting.”
“I’m quitting.”“Quitting what?” Renato sat on the back patio with RJ
