Gia“Mi raccomando!” Maria, my best friend, scolded from the other side of the closed door. “I’m leaving you behind if the clock ticks another minute and your booshi ass isn’t out here.”I stepped from the bathroom, my expression and words making my feelings clear for the millionth time.“Leave me. I don’t want to go. Mannaggia tua!” Shit damn was my favorite saying and if Maria was bringing out her Italian, accent and all, I could too. I crossed my arms and resisted the need to stomp my foot.“You promised,” she whined, her hands flaring out around her in danger of removing an eye, to gesture her displeasure in the appropriate Italian manner.I gave her quirky, sexy outfit a sweep. It was totally Maria Greco with wild slashes of red through the black material. The dress, cut on the bias, whatever that meant, wrapped her curves perfectly with a sassy flare at her hips. She knew exactly how to show off her short voluptuous frame and give it every advantage. She kept her dark-brown hair
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