Note from the author: I had been waiting to write this chapter so much. Since its Chapter 40, its special.
This chapter explains why the book its called- "The Night We Met"
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Screams and cries for the twelfth time*
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Music.
Why so music so important to everyone?
Music is just a simple thing we listen to yet its so meaningful. We know a song too well and we recognize it even far away. We like songs because its way we all relate with happiness, love or heartbreaks.
Music makes us feel that we are not alone. We are not the only ones that has gone through the same thing.
There are songs that inspire or motive us. Also the ones we cry with and the ones we like to dance with. There's just one song for every occasion. Each of them. Simple.
Music just bring us flashbacks always, of a good party, a good season, a good bath or a good lover. It feels like we are in a different place.
We listen to it when we cook, take a bath, do homework, dance, sleep, in the car, in the house, when we clean etc. Multiple of things I could list.
We hear it because it helps us in our mood, it could easily change it too. Its like our friend that we could always have with.
There's music everywhere.
I'm sitting in the backseat as Daniel drives home after a long day of work. These last few days had been so hard since there were multiple of weddings this month. My phone vibrates as I see a text from Matteo.
'Get ready. I'll pick you up in ten minutes, there's a formal meeting we need to go to'
A meeting at this time?
Its around nine. How could he have a meeting this late?
'Ok. I'll be ready in five'
I sent the text.
I felt too tired to go but he needed me there and I wasn't going to let him down.
Daniel parked and I thanked him for the ride. I went inside and it was dark and quiet. Maybe Lily and Fanny are already sleeping, they always stay at the couch watching movies at nine. This is rare.
I ignored it.
I went running upstairs and entered to our room. I turned the lights on and a beautiful red dress laid on the bed.
What? This was so strange.
I walked slowly as I took my shoes off. I finally noticed a note on top.
'Use this'
I guess the meeting was formal, after all. I took my clothes off and slid the dress from my head. It fitted perfectly.
It was beautiful. It had two thin straps and it had a straight cut from my chest. I sat down and I put on a pair of black heels that were my favorite.
As a last detail I put on some red lipstick and let my hair fell over my shoulders.
I smiled as I looked at myself. This was my fantasy dress I've always imagined of actually. I stayed looking at myself liking how I actually looked.
I guess am ready.
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I went downstairs and saw William standing near the door.
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The night we met
RomansAva has 17 years old when she runs away from home escaping from bad man who are pursuing her. She meets Matteo Giordano, a 23 year old Italian rich man, in the road were it's the night they met. Will he protect her from the devil? "When the night wa...