❝how would you feel if i told you i loved you? it's just something that i wanna do❞
When Violetta's parents' business starts to go down the drain, she's the only one that can help it. So she made a deal with the devil, and his father. She's thrown i...
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4th of September.
It was my birthday so of course it has always been a special day. The day I was born, the day I was brought into this world and the rest of that rubbish. But generally, I've always been excited, it's day when people are nice to me, people who aren't usually kind to me. Except, this year I wasn't too excited. The fact that it was the fourth of September, made me realise that my wedding was one week away.
Gregorio was a control freak, so i didn't get to choose anything that had a connection to my wedding. I mean hell— I didn't even choose my husband so why would he let me choose the wedding colours. It just doesn't make sense does it?
He had come over a few days ago to tell us everything about it. He had picked out my wedding dress -of course he did- and my bridesmaid's dresses -again no surprise there- I was glad that he allowed Francesca to be my maid of honour, and Ludmila and Camila as my bridesmaids.
So he wasn't too bad.
The dress was arriving tomorrow. I trusted Gregorio's taste. I look at the engagement ring on my finger, and remember that Gregorio's taste surpassed mine on many levels. And the penthouse was exquisite. I wasn't too nervous about that component of the wedding.
But getting back to today...today is my birthday.
Diego was sitting across from me at the island counter at ten o'clock in the morning. He just ate his breakfast silently. I would be lying I told you that I wasn't hurt that he didn't wish me a happy birthday. In fact he hardly even acknowledged my presence the entire morning.
I knew on the other hand that I couldn't expect him to be extremely nice to me, and wish me a happy birthday and sing to me and all the normal things.
No, of course not. I'm not an idiot.
But I was a hopeful person -unfortunately-. Diego eventually realised that I was practically staring at him and looked up, raising one eyebrow at me, as he slowly stopped chewing. He swallowed slowly.
"What?" Diego asks.
"You are an idiot," I say blatantly, and he groans. He puts his fork down, and looks at me carefully.
"What have I done now?" He asks.
"Well, it's more like what you haven't done," I scowl.
I push my chair backwards, and walk out of the kitchen. When I get to my room, my phone was buzzing on my bedside table. I sit on the edge of my bed and let out a deep breath before picking up my phone and going to my messages.
