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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Three weeks, it's been three weeks since we came back from LA, and every day that goes by I wish we had never left. I swear I could stay in that hotel room for the rest of my life as long as Gianna was there with me. It was our little bubble, a bubble she seemed really happy to be in. Genuinely happy.
I think she believes I don't notice but I do. I can tell that since we got back she hasn't been the same. All this pressure, from her mother, the media, and this thing with William, is weighing her down. And she doesn't want to talk about it, I have tried. That's why instead I have been doing everything I can to distract her from all this shit but at the same time let her know that whenever she is ready to talk, I will be there.
"Do you really think I should wear this?" Gianna comes into the living room, her eyes meeting mine as she uncomfortably rubs his hands against her hips.
She is wearing a sheer black dress with a plunging neckline. Precisely, a vintage piece from Christian Dior by John Galliano. It's perfect, just like her.
"Of course, it was made for you what do you mean?"
When she showed me the dress this morning she seemed so excited about it. She told me the story behind how she ended up with such an incredible piece and when she tried it on for me the smile on her face was just so heartwarming. It had been a while since I had seen her smile like that. And now, all of a sudden she doesn't feel like wearing it?
"Don't you think maybe it's a bit too much? I know I am wearing underwear that covers the most important parts but it's still pretty sheer and the neckline might be too inappropriate for such an elegant restaurant." Her hands won't stop moving up and down, her the look on her face was totally off-putting.
"Gianna, what happened? You were so excited about wearing this piece earlier today, I don't understand." I get closer to her, slowly reaching for her hands so she would stop fidgeting.
"Nothing is just... you know it's a really expensive restaurant and-
"Gianna, the dress is fine, I know the restaurant doesn't have a dress code. Tell me what happened." She couldn't have changed opinions like this, there's something wrong. Something she isn't telling me.
"I- I told William what I was going to wear and he said maybe I should tone it down, that we have an image to keep."
"An image to keep? You look like a goddess what is he even on about? Fuck him and his opinion, wear whatever you want, Gianna."
"You think I look like a goddess?" She asks timidly, that vulnerable side of hers making its appearance.
"You always do," I mutter taking her hand and swirling her around so she faces the mirror right next to the entrance. "Look at yourself, you are perfect." Taking my phone out of my pocket I press her harder against my body and snap a quick picture of us.
We might not be able to be seen out in public but that doesn't mean we can't act like any other couple would do when we are in private.
"What are you doing?" She laughs trying to move away from my hold.
