❝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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MY HAIR WAS soaking wet, my makeup was running and my dress stuck to my body uncomfortably.
Basically, I was not at all in the position to knock on anybody's door but there I was, waiting at Marco's door.
There was no shortage of stares as I made my way to his place, and then in the elevator and even right outside his door. I guess, it was not everyday a random drenched woman in an expensive dress rocks up banging on a door.
Marco answers a few seconds later and his jaw falls open in shock as he sees me.
"Vilu, are you alright?" He asks, stepping aside to let me in.
"Hardly. Marco, I really need your help,"
Twenty minutes later my hair was wrapped in a towel, my face clean of makeup, wearing one of Camila's outfits, and finally, thankfully, warm. Marco set a cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of me and I wrap my hands around it eagerly.
"You could have gotten seriously ill," Marco points out. I shrug at his comment.
"Didn't care," He raises his eyebrow in confusion.
"But you always care. What could have been so important?" He inquires.
"Losing Diego forever because of a stupid moment that really meant nothing to me," I say in a breath and his confusion only deepens.
"Unfortunately, I was not by your side throughout the entire evening so I am afraid you will have to explain everything to me from the beginning," He says and I nod.
Where do I begin?
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