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ᴄɪɴQᴜᴀɴᴛᴀᴛʀᴇ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel. ~ Unknown

Valentinia:

Past (2 years and 2 months ago).

The next day came around a lot quicker than I anticipated, but I was eager for it to begin. After Dahlia announcing to me yesterday that I now had a job as her waitress, I was stunned, along with excited.

I have worked as a waitress before, so I am aware of the basic and standard procedures. So, I won't be excessively overwhelmed with having to learn the ropes of a foreign job. However, it didn't soften or slow my throbbing heart, needless to say, I was close to peeing myself.

Some would argue that I was naive and stupid, for putting my trust in Elia along with accepting a job from Dahlia without knowing anything about them. For all, I know Dahlia and Elia could be two of his many admirer's, however that could just be my constant paranoia speaking.

To be honest, I am surprised with myself for trusting people so quickly after my trust had been smothered. But, I wouldn't necessarily say that I trust them, I have kept my part of my bag packed (in which I discovered in the posterior compartment of the car. Alessio must have put it there), in case I have any reason to believe that they are illegitimate.

Currently, I am in the apartment in which Elia mentioned earlier, I wanted to provide for myself. However, Elia smartly highlighted that I am in a country which is unfamiliar to me, and I have no source of income to buy my own.

Apart from the money that Alessio had left with me, in which I had no doubt it belonged to Alessio. And I was not going to spend his money that he had sacrificed his life for, to try and 'repay' Valentin for 'saving' his life. That would be selfish of me to do such an act; theft.

Elia had no inclination or knowledge about the sufficient amount of money that I held within my possession and it would remain that way. I will pay him with my money, in which I will earn myself by working at the diner.

The apartment in which I was habiting within was petite, but cosy. It was plain and authentic, representing the Italian culture. It was beautiful, to say the least, the architecture was Tuscan. Flowers sprouted from along the exterior profile of the apartment, falling from along the small balcony.

The vibrant colours igniting a sense of calm within me. The hues and pigments varied in shades, from pinks, reds, oranges, yellows and purples. Petals glimmering and reflecting the sun from minuscule raindrops taking residence upon the delicate frond.

The blossoms all merged creating a beautiful depiction of the Italian culture, drenching the towns ancient brickwork in warmth and comfort. Bringing personality to the bland appearance of stone.

Italy will leave a permanent imprint upon me when I come to leaving; good and bad. It is truly a breath-taking country, which doesn't achieve enough credibility.

A shrill ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the small apartment complex, snapping me from out of my thoughts. Elia.

My feet travelled to the door at a fast pace, it was already 6:30 am, my shift at the diner started at 7:00 am. I don't want to be late, I hate tardiness. I believe that you should either be early or on time, otherwise you shouldn't bother going at all.

It would only leave people with a bad impression on you, in which I hope to avoid at all costs. It would only bring more attention to me. Dahlia may seem like a woman who would just smile at you and say, 'don't worry', but I can guarantee that she is a woman with fight, she won't just allow anyone to walk all over her.