Ginevra
I hope you will find what you dreamed of soon.
I’m on autopilot as I keep smiling while Tommaso is conversing with so many boring people. I feel like suffocating when I have to look like I’m having the time of my life.
Tommaso suddenly acts considerate as he leans down to me, whispering, “I have to say hello to the Capoletti heir. Do you want to wait here?”
I look at him with newly found resolve. “Oh, no. It’s OK. I’ll come with you.”
Your mama is going to hide some place in shame.
I can’t say my heart is beating out of my chest because it is practically breaking my bones as it tries to beat the f**k out of it.
“Ruggerio, Elena, hey.”
What gets me even more raging is that this Elena-b***h has hair as dark as mine and doesn’t look like one of his usual Barbies at all.
R
