𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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❝𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.❞
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I resist the urge to roll my eyes when I feel the phone vibrate nonstop inside my pocket. At least I remembered to turn it to silent before leaving or everyone would be staring at me right now.
My sister's name fills my notifications with her text messages.
ALESSANDRA: Did you find a place to stay?
ALESSANDRA: Helloooo?
ALESSANDRA: I'm still waiting for that answer, Dominic. Are you going to answer me?
ALESSANDRA: Please tell me you found a place to stay and are not lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
ALESSANDRA: I'm sending out a search party.
"Fucking hell," I mutter and type my response.
ME: No need to send out a search party. I'm alive and well. I did find a place to stay.
ALESSANDRA: Are you going to tell me where?
ME: I'm staying at Andre's house for the time being.
ALESSANDRA: Andre's house? With Desiree too?
ME: Yes. Why do you ask?
ALESSANDRA: No reason.
She ends the conversation by telling me that she's glad I'm okay and found somewhere to stay. Although, I do think Alessandra was surprised when she heard who I was staying with. I'm not sure why either.
I'm currently sitting on a gray colored couch and waiting for Desiree's class to finish. She told me the class is ninety minutes long. An hour has already passed which means there are only thirty minutes left.
I haven't been doing anything other than sitting, responding to emails from Alessandra, and occasionally making eye contact with students who walk past me.
