Eve Romano used to have a life in Italy. She had a nice apartment, a great boyfriend, a nice job and was truly happy there. That was until everything started to crumble before her which forced her to move back home to Scotland with only the memories...
I can feel your heart hanging in the air I'm counting every step as you climb the stairs It's buried in your bones, I see it in your closed eyes Turning in, this is harder than we know We hold it in the most when we're wearing thin
Coming like a hurricane, I take it in real slowThe world is spinning like a weathervaneFragile and composedI am breaking down againI am aching now to let you in.
(Their outfits of the night)
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"Eve!! The taxi is here!" I hear Damiano shout me from downstairs. Shit. I stumble out of my room while trying to click my new cool boots into place. I knew they were gonna end up coming off at one point seeing as they were already digging into my skin. I reach the top of the steps when I hear him shout my name again.
"Give me a fucking minute to walk down the stairs without twisting my fucking ankle!" I shout back agitatedly.
"Attento alla bocca!" Nonna's voice can be heard from the sitting room. (Watch your mouth!) I roll my eyes as I get to the bottom of the stairs just as Damiano walks back inside from talking to the taxi guy.
"Ev... Oh there you are, come on. We're going to be late" He chuckles. I give him the finger before calling out a goodbye to my family. We leave the house in a hurry and jump into the taxi that was taking us over to the outskirts of Rome, it was Thomas' personal request. Damiano and I had no idea where we were going.
21:42
Damiano helps me out of the taxi and wraps a protective arm around my shoulder as the area we were in was badly crowded. Seeing as he was taller, he was looking around over the heads of people to see if he could spot any of the gang. I was guessing he had spot somebody when he starts leading me over to the nightclub on the corner with the big multicolored neon lights and the drag queens outside of it, they all looked so beautiful.
"There you guys are! We thought you had ditched!" I hear Thomas' voice. As soon as we were out of the large crowd, I feel small arms wrap around me and grin when I realize it was Vic.
