Just So You Know

Once upon a time I was seven years old, also seven was my lucky number. I gradpuated seventh in my class fell off my bike when I was seventeen and had to get seven stitches in my head. I also fell in love with Seven during the summer of '07.

Seven Lambardi. Yes that name still sends a longing through my bones. He was my Italian bad boy whom my father despised and did everything to split us up. Seven was poor and that's what my rich father had against him.

I never completely forgot about Seven and in my early twenties the fates tossed us together once more and oh how the tables had turned.

Join me through the seven deadly sins. I promise you want regret it.