I'm furiated. Not because I saw someone walking in the Tony Bianco's that I've been craving for a while now, but because I didn't talk to a certain somebody. Okay, maybe I'm angry at myself.
It was my godmother's 50th, Lorenzo's beautiful aunty's birthday. And on this day, I didn't even go out of my way to ask him how he was. I know everyone knows that we've especially 'hated' each other since the day we celebrated our 2nd birthdays together and every single one after that, but on this night I was planning to change that. And I didn't. Even when we were both alone in the hallway. Not a smile, not a greeting, nothing at all. I wouldn't stop questioning myself for the remains of the night why I hadn't, taken note of his existence. If I really am going to marry this asshole one day then I might as well wonder how he's doing and get to know him after the many months of our last encounter. I mean right? It's only decent that way.
But he was probably texting Tristian about how hot I've become though l0l, I reckon.
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