'He loves me! He loves me! HE LOVES ME!!!', was all I could think. I ran up the stairs and was about to get into my room A door opened and Grandpa's head peaked out from the door next to my door. Uh oh, I had forgotten. I followed him into their living room and sat on the arm chair while Grandpa sat on one end of the couch. Gran came holding a tray with three glasses of milk. She placed them on the coffee table and sat next to Grandpa. I drank my glass down in one gulp. All of the tension and the activity earlier made me thirsty.
"Now Millie..sweet heart",started Grandpa. "I've been hearing things around the village. I haven't doubted you for a minute. But, I have also noticed that you've been going places without telling us and coming later than usual and I need to hear you out."
"What have you been hearing around the village?"
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
I sighed and told him about Stefan. "....I'm sorry you had to hear it like this."
YOU ARE READING
When the gypsy met the gorga
Romance"What if I died?",asked Stefan. "Huh?", Millie asked . "That's it. I can die any time..any second. Us Romanis believe that life is a short privilege and what I'm going to say might be..too early for a Gorga. I won't persuade you if you don't agree...
