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•|𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱|•
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Hestia Romano Never had to worry about money- her parents were the current owners of a business that had run in her family for years. She never had to worry about having playmates or being in isolation- she had nine other siblings ranging from twenty three to thirteen. She always had someone to play with.
She never had to worry about what she wanted to do with her life, for it was already all laid out for her. Get married, have a preferably son, grow old, and hopefully die of old age. The Romano family is one of the richest in italy, their ancestors being known for having a heavy hand in influencing fashion, food, and beauty dating back to the early sixteen hundreds.
All of the Romano's were considered beauty 'idols' and 'the perfect family' by the public, the same public who would have a fit and go into an outrage if they found out that the seventh of the children had a scandalous relationship with the same sex. Which is why Hestia was shipped to England about a few months ago today.
People just can't handle same sex relationships.
Hestia blew out the small candle she had set on the little pastry she had snuck in. If it was up to her she would have at least saved the pastry up for a few more days but she was getting a new roommate tomorrow, and she didn't want her contraband hiding ways to be discovered.
The redhead walked taking light steps and doing a bit of a waltz as she took her time braiding her hair back up and smoothening out her pale off white nightgown in the tall round mirror. Turning her doe eyed gaze to her lips as she rubbed them clean of any excess lipstick with the padding of her thumb.
She was being forced to share her moderately big (for a normal person, small for her) room with some stranger, because the idiots down at or up she doesn't care, don't know how to read and mixed up the rooms. Humming a childish lullaby under her breath, she blew the remaining lights out and climbed into her decent sized bed that she would have to probably give up soon.
She just wished whoever she has to share with is pretty, not a snorer, and maybe doesn't snore loudly at night- she's a very light sleeper.
Letting out an unsatisfied yawn, Hestia looks out at the moon one last time before resting her head fully on the pillow closing her eyes and tightening her fist as she wrapped herself in a silk filled cuccon and falling into an uneasy sleep.
