Ginevra
Ruggerio has tried to reach out to me several times, but I stopped replying to his texts and answering his phone calls. I knew it would be tough, but I didn’t actually think it would hurt me physically, too.
This is the worst.
My mother overheard me talking to someone rather flirtatiously and practically interrogated me about who this Mr. Grumple was to me. And as predicted, my poker face didn’t hold the pressure. She didn’t get out of me who it truly was, but she reprimanded me badly about how I was supposed to behave. After all, I was to be engaged to a good and handsome and rich man soon. I shouldn’t push my luck with him for a nobody that I was fishing myself out of some dirty pond. And also, yeah, the family name.
Ooooh, if she knew.
I had never been good at lying, as I n
