Niko
Last night, I slept on one of the armchairs in Luca's office, a blanket laid across my lap. I smoked a joint while looking out at the moon shining high above the rolling green hills that are our gardens.
I'm not usually one to follow traditions, but I wanted to allow Bianca to have time alone before today's s**t show of a wedding.
I hung on her every f*****g lie last night about the planning process of our wedding, she described something that meant something to her, and for a moment, I had lost myself in the lie that we were doing this because I had asked for her hand in marriage. But I hadn't. I have been forced to marry her to keep her quiet.
These last few weeks have been infuriating and enlightening. Sexually charged and equally depressing.
But I plan to enjoy the fake sh
