21: The fixed Date

Playlist: Soap (Melanie Martinez)

Brielle

There are only so many ways one can say —you look fabulous, Hera. She has a curvy, slim figure to die for. She doesn't do it on purpose, I know, but I haul my sorry, perspiration clad, old t-shirt, sweat pants, and sneakers ass into my room on the pretext of unpacking more boxes.

The following day, I call my mom when I'm home from looking for a job. It's been a relatively unpeaceful day in the whole of Milan, Italy, not allowing me far too much time to think. The sun in this place is a killer.

I'm restless, nervous about the message I received from Mr. Dominant Freak early this morning, and at the back of my mind, I'm worried that perhaps I've been too negative in my response to the contract. Maybe he'll call the whole thing off. My mom is oozing contrition