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“Is this about me, Willow?” Lorenzo asks.Suddenly, I hesitated to answer, mouth dry like cotton and tongue heavy like a wet carpet. Were my words too transparent or was he just self-conscious that I was trying to talk about him?“Is there something you want to talk to me about?” He asks again, his voice as patient and calm as ever, almost making me guilty of thinking of him as a murderer.But I can’t get it out of my head, I mean the contents of that letter. I can’t get the written words that Rose had sent inside that letter out of my head and I’m starting to have second thoughts about the man I’ve come to love.“Enzo,” I start, my tongue darting out to wet my lips nervously as I fiddle with my fingers.He hummed in response, forcing me to carry on with my words.“Do you know someone named Rose?”I felt his body stiffen slightly at my question, it made my racing heart pound faster. I clench my sweaty fists, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat.Blinking rapidly to avoid te
Profession 1| Profession
☼Willow☼There are things that I just can't understand. Like why chickens don't fly, why do we have to write exams when an exam isn't the true test of knowledge, and why are capybaras so cute...Why am I still jobless?"What do you mean you're jobless? I thought you had a job?""Had, Grams, I had a job. Why do you keep forgetting that it's been two years since I had a job." I sighed, pinching my temple."Oh, my, time sure flies." The old woman said with an unbothered chuckle."For you, obviously," I muttered into the phone. "And I was only needed for two months, it wasn't like I stayed for that long. "This sucks.""Being a nanny sucks?" She asked curiously."No, I meant not having a job." I corrected as I carefully added the last stroke of nail polish to my nails."Don't worry about it Wooly, I'm sure you can find something suitable when the time comes.""Grams, when is the time ever going to come?" I asked, fastening my phone on my shoulder and hoisting it up so I could talk without
Profession 2| Profession
☼Willow☼My hand picked at the fabric of my pants for the umpteenth time making me want to rip the whole thing off my body.My nerves were racking. My whole body was being consumed by nervousness and it started to make me feel insecure. It made me feel like I was overdressed for this interview. I wore a navy-blue button-up shirt that had long sleeves with ruffles and paired it with black, high-waist palazzo pants that flare from the waist and were wide throughout the leg. I chose to wear black flats and to complete everything my ginger hair was slicked back and secured into a neat low ponytail.How does it make me feel? It makes me feel like I travelled 40 minutes from my apartment to come interview for the spot of a personal assistant in some big company, that's how it made me feel. I'm having serious second thoughts about my outfit. I should've just worn my summer dress with a loose cardigan over it.I released the hold that I had on the file that was sitting on my lap so that I cou
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☁︎Lorenzo☁︎ "I don't like boats." Isabella randomly muttered, her mouth full of mashed potatoes. Lucas' eyes widened from where he sat across the dining table, his hand slowly reaching up to grasp the little boat figurine that he brought to the table. "Isa, we don't talk with our mouths full," I warned arching up an eyebrow at her tiny figure that was seated next to me. She nodded with a pout and muttered an apology after I had wiped her mouth clean with a napkin. Lucas had already finished his food and was waiting for his sister. He swung his feet lightly under the table, his eyes trained on the boat in his hands. "Guess who's here?" A loud voice erupted from the living room startling Isabella for a second before she started giggling, both her and her brother's face lit up waiting for the owner of the voice to come in. "Uncle Theodore!" Lucas beamed when a familiar body came into the room. "We've been over this little guy, it's just Theo," Theodore said with a laugh as he went
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☼Willow☼I haven't received a single call since yesterday. They haven't called me back like they said they would if I had gotten the job.It's almost 2:00 p.m. This must mean that I didn't get the job.Shit.My deadline is tomorrow, I have to move out if I don't pay tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't even blame myself anymore, life is just being a mean bitch and if that's the way it's gonna be then I might as well move on.I sighed deeply before neatly folding the last of my shirt into my suitcase and then zipping it up.Yes, I'm packing. I'm getting ready to catch the first flight leaving for Ohio tomorrow morning. I've decided that it's not a bad decision at all, maybe it won't be all that bad.Maybe, I just have a hefty amount of bad luck in this city and it will all be fine once I just start over after I settle in Ohio in the meantime. Yeah, that's not at all a bad idea.My phone rang and I stopped packing up my bath kit for a moment so I could pick it up.Unfortunately, I have a
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☼Willow☼I woke up around 6:00 a.m.For the first time in my life, I woke up super early, well, except that one time when I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning and started preparing for a school trip during my senior year in high school and the school bus ended up leaving me behind when I went for a bathroom break. Sad, I know.I brushed my teeth and took a bath, thanking God for blessing Mr. Moretti with the money to pay for hot baths. I spent almost forty minutes trying to pick out what to wear because I didn't have many dress options, most of my clothes consisted of baggy T-shirts, hoodies, shorts, and sweatpants. But I did have a few casual attires that I wear to important places. In the end, I settled for a purple sundress that stopped a few centimeters below my knees and I slipped on a fuzzy loose cardigan that was a few shades lighter than the dress and was cropped below my boobs.I thought I should dress well enough to make an impression.Now, my hair was another story. I'm a
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☁︎Lorenzo☁︎"I didn't leak any information, Capo, I swear." Darren, the man in charge of all my shipments coming to Italy, said.(Boss.)I bobbed my head, carefully repeating his words in my head. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor was the only thing audible in the almost empty warehouse. I frowned a bit when I stepped on a thick glob of blood."All the cameras were down before the robbery, I can't find anything on the security footage. The place was empty before the cameras shut down, someone worked with the culprits from the inside." Bianca, Theodore's assistant, informed me, her voice echoing through the walls since she was standing next to Darren near the entrance.I nodded to that, my head tilting at the floor as I walked further into the room.I sank my hands into the pocket of my suit, loving the way the fabric felt so smooth under my palms.I should pay my tailor extra for picking out this fabric."Shouldn't we do something, Boss?" Bianca asked, her voice skeptical. "We c
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☼Willow☼"Bella, please don't cry," I said wiping the few tears that managed to escape her eyes before she wrapped her small arms around my neck."But I don't wanna go to school," she sobbed. "It's boring and I'm gonna miss all the fun you and Luke are gonna have.""Bella," I sighed rubbing her back. "I promise you Luke and I are not having fun while you're gone besides, he's also in class right now," I said looking back at the study room where he takes his classes."Why can't I have classes at home too?" she whined pulling away to look at me.My face fell after seeing how red her face had become. I shook my head as I used another wet wipe to clean her face.It's been four days since I started working in the Moretti residence and it's been nice so far.Theo and Julia weren't kidding when they said these kids hate vegetables, they would literally flip this house over if they found as much as a carrot in their curry. But I'm working on it, I prepped some brussels sprouts, cucumbers, and
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