LucaI watch her walk away, not quite sure of how to feel. At this point, I'm being pathetic and I know it. Despite my instincts, Laura has given me more than enough reason to stay away and keep my distance. She hasn't shown an ounce of interest in me from the get-go, and I could say that she's rude to me whenever we come across each other. I didn't want to approach her tonight. I meant to keep my promise to her. I was actually prepared to tell my family that I'm ready to move on and that I made a mistake and changed my mind about the Walshes. This news would certainly please my mother. She's been dying to talk about Priscilla. I’ve been avoiding the subject, of course, for many reasons and not just the fact that I was heartbroken when she left me. My attention was fully on Laura. I regret to say that it still is, and that despite my best efforts, I can’t seem to stay away from her. As I said, I was prepared to ignore her for the rest of the night, but when our eyes met as soon as
I've been dreading the moment that we'd leave the party and have to come home. And this is the reason why. Mom drops her purse on one of the couches and walks toward me. "Can you explain to me what the hell that was between you and Luca?"The car ride was tense and honestly, the worst. I kept getting sympathetic looks from dad that didn't help me at all. He asked me for answers earlier but that wasn't the time or the place. Honestly, I don't know how to go about this. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. And to make matters worse, I'm being confronted about something that isn't even my fault. I scoff, feeling rage build up inside of me. "You're saying this like you saw me approach him and try to talk to him. I can't control who talks to me and who doesn't!"There's no easy way to approach this topic. The fact that she doesn't want me to talk to him at all makes no sense to me. If he truly wants Mary, then there's no reason for them to fear, but based off her reaction, I don't think that's
I decided to spend the night at Vinnie's place. Going back home didn't feel right. Things with mom are worse than ever, and after the things she said to my face, I don't know if I'll ever find it in me to forgive her for her actions and try to act normally. She makes me feel like the villain of the story when I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. Luca Ferrante was the one who came after me many times before. At first, I thought that he was investigating me simply because he wanted to know what kind of family he was associating himself with. Now that I'm going back to those memories, I'm seeing that maybe he was hinting at something from the start, but because I was told that he was more interested in Mary, I shrugged it all off. What he told me last night changes that. I can't ignore what he said anymore, and I can't act like I still think that he will choose Mary. He won't. If he ever considered her, he changed his mind a long time ago, before he
Feeling sand between my toes is just what I needed to unwind. After Brett left, I didn't feel like doing anything else. I had lunch because I promised Constance that I would, and she pretended like she didn't see my puffy face. It was the perfect arrangement. She asked no questions. I offered no answers. When I finished lunch, I went up to my room but it had lost its charm, somehow. It felt too confined. I needed a place where I could breathe and think without having my thoughts ricocheting. So I decided to come to the beach. I haven't been here in ages. I just never have time. I was always busy planning something with Vic or Brett but now I have the time, and I didn't want to miss the opportunity. Here, I have more than enough space to think.Telling Brett was the best decision I’ve made so far. Well, technically he came to me with his suspicions and all I did was confirm them, but I still poured my heart out to him. Surprisingly, though, he didn’t think I was responsible for an
Luca This is the third event that Laura hasn't shown up to. At this point, I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm lost. And yes, I've been keeping count. I won't waste time telling myself that I don't notice her absence. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. I hold the truth until it can be revealed at the appropriate time. If that's considered lying then I'm a liar. So be it. But that's how I am. It's how I've always been. I've been meaning to see her and talk to her. Again, I know I promised her that I'd keep my distance, but this feels different somehow. It isn't an ordinary scenario. I have to know if the reason why she has been avoiding me is because of her mother and sister and the rumor they've been spreading around. I confronted my mother about it, of course. She told Miguel about it but chose not to tell me. When I asked her why, she simply shrugged and said that she didn't think it was that important. That was when I realized why she didn't tell me. It's
There's not much to look forward to these days and I don't know how I got to this point. Rather, I do know, but there isn't much that I can do to stop this. Having fun feels wrong at a time like this, which is what's stopping me from calling Victoria or Brett and are arranging something. I'm sure they'd find it strange of me, too, because it seems they're taking my situation more to the heart than I am. They're careful around me, especially where it concerns Mary. Going out so out of the question, and to be fair, I don't see much of them these days. I'm having lunch later in the kitchen, and it's the same with dinner whenever I do feel like having some. Dad left a message with Constance. He wants to talk to me as soon as he returns from his trip. I haven't gone to his office yet, though. He might ask me about Luca and I wouldn't know how to answer him. I'm confused about all of this myself. Besides, I'm avoiding the matter as much as possible. The good thing is that mom and Mary a
I pace around the living room before Luca knocks on the front door. I let him inside. I couldn't refuse to see him. If he has something urgent to say, then he can say it. I ignore the fact that we agreed that he would stop following me around in places. This is the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I'm curious. That's why I'm letting him in. I want to know what he's going to say to me so urgently. Maybe I can say a few things to him, if the opportunity presents itself. What I'm tired of doing is running around in circles with him. Maybe what we need is time alone, so I can tell him clearly, without anyone watching, that I want him to leave me alone. But is that what I really want? I ask myself. I confess that I wasn't expecting to feel this much nervousness. I never felt this way before. Dealing with him was simply something annoying that I had to endure. Somehow, this moment feels different. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the fact that I don't see him the way I used t
It's Mary. I can hardly believe it when I look over my shoulder and make eye contact with her. This can't be happening to me. Not now. Not here of all places. She stares back at me blankly, like she barely sees me at all but something dark is swimming in the depths of her eyes. For a second, the scene before us disappears and it's just the two of us in this room. Her disgust toward me is palpable. I see the way the cornered of her lips turn down in disappointment. I blink and the world snaps back to its original state. I turn my head away from her and make eye contact with Luca instead. He never took his eyes off me. Or his hands, for that matter. I don't say a word to him but he must have gotten the message somehow. He lets his hands fall to his sides and takes a step back. Even so, we're still standing too close, and anyone would know that something transpired between us. For a few painful seconds, nothing is said. I don't know what to say. I doubt that Mary would say anything ei