It's comedy, And I was an actor in a comedy play.
"I can't come down until the play is over," I say in my wedding gown.
she whispers, "I chose Marriage instead of death." It only requires 3 years of endurance, she reminded herself, clutching her wed...
At The Britannique Hotel Naples, my car came to a stop, surrounded by my vigilant bodyguards. Stepping out, I exuded confidence in my white suit, adorned with diamond earrings that sparkled in the sunlight. As I made my way through the entrance, the mesmerizing sight of the cascading waterfall greeted me, a serene contrast to the hustle and bustle around me.
Her outfit:
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Amidst the flurry of activity, my bodyguards seamlessly executed their duties. "Controllare le armi (Check for weapons) and assicurarsi della sicurezza delle premesse (ensure the security of the premises)," their voices echoed in the air, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
And then, amidst it all, I caught a glimpse of him—Salvatore. He stood with an air of confidence, swirling a glass in his hand before placing it delicately on the table. As he turned to face me, our eyes locked in a moment of unspoken understanding.
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"He looks hot, man," my unruly thoughts whispered, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I silenced my inner provocateur.
"Stop it, you dumbass brain," I chided myself internally, willing away the inappropriate thoughts that threatened to surface.
"Sure, honey, you know what I mean. You want to beg, and you want him to beg, too. Maybe both of you begging for more, with bruised knees and flushed skin... Oooooh," my mind continued to taunt me, igniting a firestorm of desire within me.
"Brainie, shut up now," I commanded, attempting to regain control over my thoughts before they spiraled out of control.
As Salvatore approached, his presence commanding attention, I braced myself for the inevitable collision of our worlds, unsure of what lay ahead but unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing us together.
Salvatore extended his hand forward with a flamboyant smile, his amazing hair catching the light as he leaned in slightly. "My name is Salvatore Ricci," he introduced himself with a charismatic charm.
However, I couldn't shake the impression that he resembled the men in my household. Eyeing his hand briefly, I passed it off, keeping my own hand at my side as I replied, "My name is Valentina Romano."
