𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒̀ 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜 (𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒̀ 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠)

1| 𝐹𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡
\𝑓𝑒̄𝑠𝑡\
|𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡|

While brushing my long, flowing brown weave and tying it into a high ponytail and fixing up my edges, my mother yelled

"GiGi hurry up we have to go to dinner with the Romano's today."

I sighed, picking up my favourite knives and tuck them into my garter under my dress.

"Ma I'm coming down now, don't worry." I shouted out my door

Now why do we always have to go and see the Romano's for God's sake. Now I have to go and see that bastard Antonio. When I say that hate that son of a sweetheart I'm not joking! I absolutely love his mom to death but I hate him so... I can't exactly call her a bitch.

But his ass can literally drop dead and I would laugh because of how much I hate his ass. All through out our childhood he's been doing so much shit to make me feel bad about myself.

Throughout high school he bullied me and made sure I had no friends. It wasn't until college that I grew some balls and decide to tell him off.

Carefully slipping on my Louie Vuitton red heels that matched my black lace dress that had a huge slit towards my chest area to show some tette. Checking my flawless face one more time before I hear my mother scream again;
(Boob)

"Tesoro dobbiamo andare adesso sbrigati cara."
(Honey we have to go now hurry up dear)

"Ok Mama." I say quickly as I am rushing downstairs careful not to slip on my way down.

As I reached the end of the stairs I saw mama and papa waiting at the door, most likely waiting for me to come downstairs so we could leave together.