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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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A month had passed since the chaos at the party, and Angel was still trying to piece everything together. The guilt she felt over Chiara hadn't faded; in fact, it had grown sharper with time. A video of Chiara and Brando had surfaced, one where Brando seemed to force Chiara into doing things she clearly wasn't comfortable with. The image of Chiara, eyes wide and scared, haunted Angel. She couldn't help but feel partly responsible, even though she hadn't been the one to spread the video. But it was Camilla who had been truly deceptive, giving Chiara a false password to Brando's phone, leading to this mess.
Brando hadn't shown up at school since the party. Rumors spread like wildfire, whispering that he'd disappeared because of something dark. Angel had heard bits and pieces—a story about Brando paying someone to keep quiet about something, but no one had the full picture. As much as she wanted to feel bad for him, she couldn't shake the anger she felt about what he'd done to Chiara. The Brando she had known, the one she'd laughed with and shared secrets with, seemed like a distant memory.
Now, as she leaned against the lockers in the school corridor, those thoughts were far away. She was talking to Niccolò, who was leaning casually beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers. They were chatting about nothing in particular—plans for the weekend, a stupid meme someone had sent her, or maybe the math test they had coming up. The normalcy of it all was a relief, a way to forget about the heavier things, even if just for a moment.
"So, you're saying the answer to question six was that easy?" Niccolò asked, raising an eyebrow.
Angel rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, it was practically spelled out for us! You've really got to start paying attention in class."
Niccolò grinned. "Why would I, when I have you to explain everything to me?"
She laughed, lightly nudging him with her shoulder. "I'm not your tutor, Nicco."
"Could've fooled me," he teased, his eyes twinkling.
Before Angel could reply, Vitto and Carlo approached, their usual energy lighting up the space around them. Vitto had been more subdued around Angel since the breakup, but things were getting back to a weird sort of normal. Carlo, on the other hand, was as loud and carefree as ever.
"Angel! Niccolò!" Carlo greeted them with a grin. "Tonight's the night! You guys ready for the party?"
Angel smiled, though it was a bit forced. "Yeah, I guess. Where is it again?"
"Some club downtown," Vitto answered, leaning against the lockers. "Everyone's talking about it. It's supposed to be insane."
Niccolò looked down at Angel, his arm sliding around her waist. "You sure you want to go? We don't have to if you're not feeling it."
