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In the opulent world of Rome's elite, Angel Ambrioso is a vision of perfection-beautiful, kind, and untouchable. With a powerful family, an adoring boyfriend, and the envy of her peers, she seems to have it all. But beneath her flawl...
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The weeks following Angel's confession were a tangled web of emotions. Though she and Nicco had finally embraced their feelings for one another, the joy they shared was overshadowed by the fractures it had caused in their lives. Every time Angel glanced at her phone, her heart clenched at the sight of the unread messages from Vitto—messages that pleaded, accused, and expressed his undying love for her. He wasn't just reaching out to her; he was reaching into the past, grasping for the memories they'd shared, hoping to pull her back to him.
Angel hadn't answered any of them. Each message was a reminder of what she'd lost, and what she'd taken away from him. Guilt gnawed at her, but she couldn't bring herself to respond. The pain was too fresh, the wound too raw. She knew that talking to Vitto would only deepen her own anguish, and she couldn't bear to face the hurt in his eyes.
Nicco, on the other hand, was a constant in her life now, but their relationship was far from stable. They shared moments of intimacy that were intense, almost desperate, as if they were both trying to prove to themselves that this was worth the pain they had caused. But even in their quietest moments together, there was an unspoken tension, a fear that this fragile happiness could shatter at any moment.
Virginia, too, was struggling. She hadn't spoken to Angel since that day, the betrayal too deep to easily forgive. Yet, despite the pain, she missed Angel terribly. Every time she saw something that reminded her of their friendship, her heart ached. But pride and hurt held her back, and she didn't reach out, even though she longed to.
Vitto, for his part, was a storm of conflicting emotions. He still loved Angel, despite everything. He couldn't bring himself to hate her, even though he knew he should. And Nicco... Nicco was his best friend, the person he'd trusted most in the world. The betrayal had cut deep, but as the days passed, the sharp edges of his anger dulled. He wasn't ready to forgive Nicco, not fully, but he wasn't ready to let go of him either. Their friendship had been a cornerstone of his life, and without it, he felt adrift.
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It was a Monday, the start of another week that felt eerily similar to all the ones before it. The school hallways buzzed with the usual mix of chatter and laughter, but Angel felt strangely disconnected, like she was moving through a world that didn't quite belong to her anymore.
During the break, Angel found herself in the girls' bathroom, the familiar ritual of applying her Dior Lip Glow providing a small comfort. The soft pink color was a contrast to the turmoil inside her, a tiny piece of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic life.
