❝how would you feel if i told you i loved you? it's just something that i wanna do❞
When Violetta's parents' business starts to go down the drain, she's the only one that can help it. So she made a deal with the devil, and his father. She's thrown i...
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FRANCESCA AND LEON were rendered speechless. I smiled falsely, and walked away from them, untangling our arms. On one hand, I knew what I said was harsh. But on the other, I knew that the three of us knew I was right.
Diego didn't care.
Just when I had a last sliver of hope left in me when I saw the surprise party, he shot me down. It was a bullet, that just went through an already opened wound. It was hard trying to convince myself to not cry.
I really hoped that Diego and I could get somewhere in this somewhat relationship, but obviously not. He proved me wrong, but deep down I know that he proved my point. At least be friends, but obviously not.
Francesca and Leon were talking in hushed voices, but I caught a few words. Bitch -hope they meant Lara- Time. Love. Unfortunately I wasn't exactly a genius, so I couldn't think of any sentence that made sense.
I plastered a fake smile across my face and started in the direction of Luca and his blond boyfriend. But somebody stepped in front of me. Well two people. My parents. Frankly, I didn't want to see them right now. I had a feeling they might ask me what Luca was doing here with a dude? And I didn't have the energy for that.
"You and Diego get along?" My mother questions, her eyes wide. She must have been referring to the kiss, or well it was hardly even a kiss in my mind.
It felt like we didn't even touch. Compared to the kisses a few days ago, what we shared today didn't make the cut. Of course I kept these side comments to myself. I didn't need my parents knowing that I was sleeping with my arranged fiancé. They would strangle me.
"Nope," I answer, and I could see the confusion spread across their faces.
So you kiss but you don't get along? That doesn't work. That was probably my mother's thoughts as of right now. I couldn't blame her. If somebody told me that I would laugh in their faces.
"It's acting mother," I say dryly.
"It didn't look like that," My mother says sternly.
