This morning I was neat in a black midi dress with long sleeves. It was Stefan De Sanctis' funeral, which, rather than grieving... a celebration would be more fitting.Not a single face was streaked with tears. His parents just showed up looking as relaxed as ever with funerals at the hands of their murderous family members or because Stefan de Sanctis was as annoying as Nicholas said he was until all that was seen was the faint pleasure on his family's faces.I sat beside Gallena, who looked even more beautiful and elegant. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail with a floral bow, adorable and a little quirky, a little thing that fits her personality. I leaned back in my chair, flanked by Gal and Elena, who had been solemnly observing the people in the church, saying absolutely nothing.Everyone here is very dangerous despite their respectful and polite looks, while my gaze fell on Pascha since this morning, he caught my attention because there was a punch mark on his jaw, and I al

I've always done is to let whatever happens ... happens.I'm trying to steel myself even more and walk out of it when possible. Despair has been my friend for too long, and hope has been my worst enemy four years ago. But now I find myself hopeful. Cheap and ridiculous hopes for the future. I swallowing, confused at the feeling that stopped me in my tracks. A feeling that bloomed like hope and, at the same time, withered like despair.Somewhere between the ages of twenty and twenty-eight, I forgot what longing felt like."Are you okay?"And that something is dangerous, thing to watch out for is always written in my head like a skin tattoo that will permanently be imprinted there. That's why I buried it deep inside of me, not letting my guard down again after how I let go of the night with my sister's forbidden fiancé.While he already knew everything, I let him. And, for now, I don't know what else to think of to get my attention and my heartbeat away from him, so I take the path I be

Louis took me to enjoy the sunset on the banks of the Thames. It's fun.I am trying to remember when I started to be a sunset connoisseur. For me, the color of the violet sky when the dawn begins to disappear in the sky always gives a feeling of awe to nature. I often take the time to see the sunset on the way home from work or at home. Our mansion, located in an exclusive area of New York, offers a beautiful view through my bedroom window, and the Hudson River decoration is a plus point. In Moscow, where we are not close to the city but a pine tree forest with houses far away, the sunset there is also equal; it is decorated by the scenery of large trees, which makes everything even more beautiful. Well, the only thing that made me feel lucky was the view of the house, nothing else. But the Thames keeps a beautiful silhouette.This afternoon as the sky began to turn red, Louis and I hastened my steps along Tufton Street towards the banks of the Thames. Louis and I enjoyed snacks at T

Since then, I have not stopped squeezing my fingers. Anxiety came like a tsunami that hit my body on the beach.I couldn't find peace in the twelve-hour drive from London, England to Venetto, Italy. I don't know what he is doing or what will happen if one of his family sees me; I don't know how to face them. Should I pretend to be Gallena? But Nicholas didn't suggest that at all. His face remained relaxed and showed a cheerfulness I never expected to come from him.What's really going on in his head?I sit up, just got out of bed, and can only do it in two hours. That, too, must be helped by him; he hugged me like we were real lovers who go on a trip to introduce his girlfriend to his family. Pretty romantic, right? But we're not on that page at all. This forbidden story is always the dark side of the romantic story itself. Something that will never turn into something good.The open brown door distracted me from the clouds in the window. Nicholas entered, already wearing a long black

My smile was bitter while Nicholas' grandmother smiled at me gently. Warmth enveloped her eyes, and I couldn't even tell what was on her mind. I'm sure that she's really stuck with her own fantasy because I'm sure that she knows her granddaughter very well. Her hopes for her grandson were firm, while everyone was convinced that Nicholas absolutely couldn't end up with anyone. Well, maybe he could. But not in the way his grandmother would have liked. Nicholas' happiness was different from what his grandmother wanted. Nicholas was happy enough to take other people's lives and stand above them.I looked at Daniella. Everything about her said she was a romantic. Always hold on to hope in love; there will be good in a person, no matter if that person is the meanest. I can't judge or say it's stupid. Some people have different views than me, so I can't comment. I just nodded in response to her words."Nico.. he has a few things that sometimes make him a different person. Not warm and so col