As I sit in first class on the flight back to Texas, all I can think of is Drake. He has been the leading man in my fantasies and also the target of my rage for the past four years. I thought I would outgrow the urge to make him suffer over the years, but I have not. I still remember the hurt and humiliation I felt as he called me a silly little girl. I am a woman now. A curvy, strong, beautiful woman trained in manipulation. My years in Italy had changed me, I am no longer a shy tomboy with overalls and braids. I had left as Izzy and returned as Bella. My Italian family said Izzy was a child’s name and insisted on calling Bella if I refused to use my full name, Isabella. It fits now, in Italy I truly became Bella, a new grown-up version of myself. I look down at my designer dress and smile. It is perfect and looks perfect on me. It is short, stopping mid thigh and it clings to me showing off my ample
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