6 years ago
America, the place where dreams come true, and white picket fences are a must.
“Miss Moretti, your grandfather sends his apologies but he will not be coming to your birthday. He said to enjoy the evening.”
“Couldn’t he have just called and told me that himself,” I say to Ridwano, my 2nd bodyguard, or was he the first?
“Scusi Signorina.” Sorry, Miss.
I sigh but say nothing else, as the car continues to travel along the road of no real destination.
There is pros and cons that come with the title of Dante Moretti’s granddaughter.
Pro’s were far and few between because the con’s always slapped me right in the face. Today is no different, only today instead of wasting this chance I am embracing it.
“Can you drop me off at the hotel?”