I woke up early the next day with a massive headache. It was bad to the point that I was having trouble seeing for a few minutes after I woke up.
I sat in bed for about an hour, refusing to leave the comfort it provided, while I thought over the conversation I had with Jacopo the previous night.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Him being so dismissive about it was what scared me more. What else had it thought did not matter when it clearly mattered to me?
What else did he keep from me?
Was he truly in love with me?
Was it even possible from someone with his past to love someone with my past?
Was this marriage doomed before it even began?
All the questions that ran through my head only made me want to cry even more.
I wanted to see Jacopo desperately and not see him yet all at the same time. I love him but also slightly hated him for what he had done.
At time, I felt like I was over reacting to everything, but when I remember Eliot Williamson and how he used to manipulat
