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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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❀𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪❀
I walked into the kitchen abruptly and sighed with sweet relief as the cool air from the Air Conditioning danced over my skin like a calm breeze.
Zietta was right, the Sicilian sun really didn't mess around. I was so thankful for the sunscreen, otherwise, I had no doubt that I would've been scorched alive.
Italians must have some layer of thick hide to handle the heat wave.
"Oh, you're back! The soup is ready—" Zietta paused with a gasp.
"Signore, cosa è successo, cara? (ʟᴏʀᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴅᴇᴀʀ?)" she questioned, taking in my now obviously messy appearance.
"I met Vincenzo's dogs. They're sweet, but very playful." I chuckled awkwardly, addressing the look on her face.
"Yes, just like their owner." She sighed.
I cocked up an eyebrow at the thought of Vincenzo being called 'playful'.
"Really? You'll have to tell me about that, Zietta." I smiled.
"I will, after you change out of 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁." She gestured to my torn, bitten skirt (courtesy of Zefer and Duke). I held in a chuckle at her reaction and hurried upstairs to my bedroom.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and bleached in horror, finally understanding Zietta's reaction.
My white blouse was riddled with dirt and paw prints at the front, back, and sides, my skirt, which I knew already looked bad, appeared to be more terrible with teeth marks and slobber stains, and finally, my blush was melting from the dampness of my sweat.
My cheeks pinked in embarrassment as I remembered that Vincenzo had seen me this way. It wasn't as bad as yesterday, but it looked like I'd rolled in dirt instead of venturing around in a fairytale garden.
I immediately rushed into the bathroom and took a shower for the second time today. And it hadn't even been two hours since my last one.
I showered swiftly and dashed into my walk-in closet, scouring around from the multitudes of outfits and choices to pick.
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