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𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐨. 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

I was only fourteen when I was promised to Nicolas and sixteen when I became engaged to him. Now, weeks from my eighteenth birthday and only a few months from our wedding, I have come to realize many things that I did not at fourteen. Not just about myself, but also about Nicolas. I knew that he was experienced and enjoyed his life, especially considering that he is three years my senior, but I was naive to think that he would ever love me like my papa loved my mama.

I guess it's a good thing that I've grown up. It's an even better feeling to know I no longer have any fears. I will be the person that I want to. If that is my father's downfall, so be it. If it's Nicolas' downfall, that's even better.

I'm a bad girl now. I'm out for blood.

XO GP ♥

1ST PLACE in ROMANCE | THE LEAL AWARDS