bound; governed by fate or extremely likely to occur.
"Face it, Marco. You and I are bound to one another. Even after all this time, even despite the consequences of our love, you can't keep yourself away from me-and neither can I."
M A R C O / R O M E S S A. Don't Get Too Comfortable
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@enews: @romessa may be taking a break from social media, but make no mistake—the world's newest billionaire is very much out and about, making one of the hottest comebacks we've ever seen! Every night for the past week, the 21-year old has been seen at a variety of clubs and parties, daring to wear everything from a latex playsuit to an elegant €1,000 hand-beaded dress. Notably, she hasn't been publicly spotted with controversial German footballer @marcinho11 in over a week—could this have anything to do with her excessive partying? Let us know what you think in the comments! likes: 60,784 comments: 23,759 @romessa: I think that you could've chosen a better angle if you were gonna post that top photo for the entire world to see 🙄 i'm not taking a break from social media, I just don't have time to engage with bullshit randoms when I could engage with a billion$$!!! @gianna_comelli: @romessa we do look awful! 😭
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"Romessa, dear, are you okay?" Romessa could hear Manuela's soft voice from the other side of her door, followed by a knock. "I made lunch, if you're hungry..."
Romessa let out a dry grunt. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't bear to see the strong sunlight shining through the windows of her room. She had a hangover as good as they came, and it wasn't her first one that week—she'd spent nearly every night for the past six nights getting absolutely wasted. "I'm okay, Manuela. Thanks for checking on me," Romessa managed to croak.
"Okay..." again, Manuela's angelic voice was laced with concern. "Well, let me know if you need anything, alright?"
"Will do, Manuela." Romessa felt her cheeks grow warm before she sat up, then gazed at the clock on her bedside table. Shit. It was two in the afternoon—no wonder Manuela had been so concerned. She checked her phone, then blinked. February 14th—Valentine's Day. Surely Marco has texted me...she looked at her screen, filled with so many notifications that Romessa had to scroll through them—but none were from Marco. It'd been a week since their fight, and instead of attempting to make amends, Romessa had spent nearly every day partying or finding other things to keep her busy—it was driving Marco absolutely insane, but she didn't know that. She just figured that she'd give Marco his space if he needed it, and she wasn't going to sit around moping over his silence, especially if she already apologized to him.
She managed to shower before putting on enough concealer to hide her dark circles, but no concealer could cure the pounding headache she had. She slowly made her way downstairs—an attempt to keep Lucia from noticing her—but to no avail. "Guten Morgen, Romy!" The five year old instantly skipped over, her energy bursting off the walls now that she knew Romessa was awake.
Romessa offered Lucia a smile. After two weeks spent living alongside Lucia at Manuela's house—Marco didn't want to hire a nanny, and Jessica wasn't around to look after her while he spent long days at training—it was safe to say that Romessa was starting to regard Lucia like she would her own child. If they had time—meaning if Romessa wasn't glued to her computer or running around the country putting everything in place to prepare Athleta for the market—they'd do anything and everything together. The day before this one had been spent catching butterflies in Manuela's backyard for hours—the day before that, Romessa showed a curious Lucia how to code a drawing of a flower. "Good morning, Lulu. You look very lovely today."
