Chapter 9: The Weight of Reality
I woke up to the warm sunlight peeking through my window, feeling a sense of serenity wash over me. But as I sat up in bed, my mind began to wander back to the events of the previous day.
Leo's visit, our heart-to-heart, and the gentle kiss on my forehead. My cheeks flushed as I absentmindedly touched the spot, reliving the tender moment.
But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reality came crashing down. My wedding to Alandro was tomorrow. The thought sent a wave of panic through me, making my breath catch in my throat.
I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself I had made my choice and now it was time to see it through. But the memory of Leo's kiss lingered, haunting me. Why did it have to feel so right when everything else felt so wrong?
I got out of bed and began my morning routine, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't concentrate on the task at hand, my thoughts consumed by the what-ifs and maybes.
As I dressed and made my way downstairs, the weight of my situation settled in. I felt like I was walking into a nightmare, one that I couldn't wake up from.
My mother greeted me with a warm smile, oblivious to my turmoil. "Good morning, dear! Today's the day before your big day! Are you excited?"
I forced a smile, trying to hide my true feelings. "Yes, Mother. I'm just a little...nervous.
But deep down, I knew I was lying. I wasn't nervous; I was terrified.
Terrified of spending the rest of my life with the wrong man, terrified of walking into a marriage with someone i didn't want.
Shes asking me if I'm nervous as if I am getting married to him out of love. Just then a text comes in.
Leo: I hope you didn't cry piccola
Me: Morning to you too Leo and no I didn't cry
Leo: That's my good girl
Good girl? That's my good girl
I slap myself to see if I'm dreaming he called me he's good girl. Oh I could literally scream.
Me: What does piccola mean Leo
Leo: It doesn't matter la mia raggaza i will easily tell if you searched so don't think about
Me: Are you Italian?
Leo: Si la mia Bella i am
I stare at my phone in shock and dirty thoughts make their way to my mind as I think about him fucking me while speak Italian.
Carajo my life.
I can't help but wonder if Alandro speaks Italian too but it wouldn't matter because I want to hear is Leo speaking Italian to me in the most dirtiest ways possible.
Joder...I need to get myself checked.
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