I wake abruptly after another partially sleepless night. I barely managed to fall asleep at all and probably ignored my alarm completely, but Siena’s relentless calls refuse to leave me in peace. I ignored them for as long as I could until I finally read her rushed message.
[Siena Sartori, today at 6:00 AM]:
“Valentina, please don’t ignore me, even if I deserve it. I’ve been a horrible person, but right now I need you. Can you meet me?”
I sigh in irritation, remembering her complete lack of judgment during my engagement party, but I’m no better than she is, and Luce’s words return to haunt me: look at yourself in the mirror.
I’m just as unbearable to the others, always looking down on them from my principessa pedestal while performing exactly the role Dante expects from me.
I roll ove
