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As I read my book, and admire the sunrise, I can't help but think. I need to be firmer. I need to stop people from walking all over me. I need to grow a backbone. And growing a backbone includes growing from the past, and accepting it. Becoming greater that what I was before.
I don't need to forget, but I need to forgive. Starting with forgiving myself.
I take a sip of my water, and look in the distance. I'm currently on the free backyard land outside the mansion, and I love it here. All it's missing is a flower bed. I doubt that Leandro will let me.
Speaking of the man in question, I haven't seen him since the hospital yesterday. He's probably busy, trying to help my father. What I don't understand is what I did to hurt him. I stay out of his way, I don't talk to him, I try not to bother him, but I'm getting wrongly treated in return. What did I do, really?
Am I not good enough?
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I wake up feeling tired. I worked all day, excluding the little time frame where I had to rush to the hospital because someone had fainted. That someone ended up being my wife.
My legs and groin feel sore, especially after her best friend kneed me. I don't understand why she did, Lunae wasn't in pain. She was just faking it, almost making me fire all my guards. I just hope that this 'period' of hers ends quickly. We have an even to attend at the end of the week.
I look around my penthouse, and start getting ready for work. I have an important meeting today, the same meeting that got interrupted.
As I'm fastening my tie, My phone rings. I don't even bother looking at the caller ID, and put it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Leandro, Mio dolce ragazzo, come stai?" My mother's charming voice make its way to my ears. (Leandro, My sweet boy, how are you?)
"I'm fine mom. How are you?"
"I'm okay. I'm sorry I couldn't come to your wedding, I got so busy with the winery."
"That's fine ma"
"How's your wife?"
"Che mi dici di lei?" I spit to the phone in anger. (What about her?)
"Attento al tuo tono quando mi parli, Leandro. Sto chiedendo della moglie che tutti sembrano conoscere, tranne tua madre. Ora come sta?" I roll my eyes. (Watch your tone when you speak to me, Leandro. I'm asking about the wife that everyone seems to know about, except your own mother. Now how is she?)
"She's fine. Now why did you call?"
"I'll be coming over with your father next week to meet her."
"Why? she's not special."
"How dare you say that your own wife isn't special? I raised you better than that! I raised you to appreciate any woman that Is willing to put up with you. You married her for love, for Michelangelo's sake!"
"Mama. I didn't. I married her with a contract for her father".
"CHE COSA HAI APPENA DETTO?" I pull the phone away from my ear as my mother start shouting colorful strings of curses, asking be about the situation. (WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?)
After a few minutes of me not saying anything and getting dressed, my mother calms down. "Ascoltami. How have you treated her lately?" I shrug, even though she can't see me. (Listen to me)
"I haven't gotten to know her, since I just know that she's a spoiled princess. Yesterday, she pulled me out of an important meeting, because she had, quote on quote, 'period cramps'! That's not something to pull me out of a meeting for?"
"What do you mean pulled you out of the meeting?"
"I got a call saying that she was hospitalized because of it. They made it sound so urgent, and when I got there, she wasn't even in pain!"
"How would you have known? Huh? You're not a woman! And don't assume that she's a spoiled princess, when you haven't even spent time with her. Now, go tell her that I'm coming next week, and then try to mend your relationship with her. Did she agree to the contract?"
"No-"
"Probabilmente ti considera un bastardo. That's what she thinks of you, I'm sure. I know I would. Now, go spend time with her?" (She probably thinks that you're a bastard)
"Not a chance in hell, mama" I hang up on her, and make my way to work, already feeling irritated for the work day ahead. She wants me to spend time with her? Over my dead body. I won't waste my time with an attention princess, that doesn't even know how to act. I, although text her and inform her of my mother's arrival.
Principessa viziata e stupida (Spoiled and stupid princess)
My parents are coming next sunday. They're not allergic to anything, and my mother's a pescatarian.
I don't even expect her to know what pescatarian means. I shrug my thoughts away and pull my work mask on. I'm way too young to be worrying about that dumb chick. I have billions to make, and millions to spend.
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*inserts vomiting emoji here* I hate Leandro's ideology of Lunae. Clearly he hates her, and doesn't like her, but he hasn't made the move to get to know her to come to that conclusion. He's going to have major character development, trust me. Other than that, Lunae's on the path of self-healing!
Also, I kinda want her to have a job in the near future. Give me a uni major you want her to study.
