𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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I already packed my bags for tomorrow, which is shocking coming from me, I'm the type of person to stare at my empty bag for hours wondering what the fuck I should pack, then, at two in the morning when the anxiety of not having it done finally hits it's when I pack my stuff. Yes, I always forget something.
If this time it's any different it's because the appointment with my psychiatrist is at four in the afternoon — in two hours — and he lives a little far away. I can't lose the whole morning and then also the afternoon so as soon as I woke up I decided to do something productive and packed everything. Hopefully this time I didn't forget anything.
My mother is coming with me, I think she believes this is only a routine check-up, and even if I first thought about telling her the truth I decided not to. I have enough on my plate already, the last thing I need right now is her hovering over me every second of the day because she is scared I'm going to get addicted to pills. I know how to take care of myself.
A soft knock on my door followed by a short ring of the doorbell makes me stop doing my makeup and go open the door. By now I have learned to distinguish who it might be from just the way they knock or ring. Miles is always careful, and patient at first, which is how I know that right now it's him at the other side of the door, my mother usually has keys, and Jesse can either have keys or just knock so hard the whole apartment will shake.
"Hey, what are you doing here, something wrong ?" I ask Russo at the same time I make my way back into my room so I can keep doing my makeup.
"No," he mutters following right behind me not before closing the main door first. "I just wanted to tell you that I will be driving us to the airport tomorrow instead of taking a taxi, so we don't have to wake up as early."
"You will leave your car at the airport? Isn't that inconvenient?" I get to my room and sit down on the chair in front of my vanity. Miles stops right at the arch of the door.
"Nah, it's fine, cheaper than getting a taxi and my car has more room for bags too."
"Okay then, eight in the morning? The flight is at eleven but with traffic it might take us more than an hour to get to the airport." Putting some mascara on I look around for my nude lip liner. It's a natural makeup day today.
"Sounds good." He says, nodding, and before he can leave I take a proper look at him for the first time since he came in, quickly noticing how tired he looks.
My first idea is to make a joke about if he moved apartments at two in the morning again but there's something about his eyes that tells me right now isn't the moment so I go with another approach.
"Are you okay? You look tired." I leave my lip liner behind and for some reason I find myself standing up from my vanity and making my way to him.
"Rough night, but I'm okay don't worry." He smiles but it's not even remotely close to how he usually does, it doesn't reach his eyes, or make his dimples show through.
