Ginevra
Not feeling quite ready to face him, I decide to make up an excuse to distance myself from the group composed of my grandfather, my father, my brother as well as our lawyers. As we are walking into the gigantesque skyscraper of the Capolettis, I already feel my heartbeat increasing. My throat gets extremely dry, and I fear that I would empty my stomach on the shiny floor if I wasn’t to get some water soon.
At least it wouldn’t take them much to clean it up.
As my brother nears the reception desk and asks for Ruggerio Capoletti, I feel like I’m not getting enough air. I try to breathe steadily to calm myself down, but it just increases my feeling of suffocating slowly.
Why didn’t I stay at home as I was supposed to?
The last days had been exhausting. While I had tried to avoid
