Chapter 15

Celestine's POV

Lorenzo. Lorenzo. Lorenzo. That's all that has been running through my mind all day long.

That dinner of last night has gotten me tied up in thoughts and thoughts of nothing but Lorenzo.

I'm remembering things I have no business remembering. Like how he chews on the end of his pen when he is trying to solve a difficult equation or how he thinks black boots match every outfit or the time that he had pierced his ear with a needle just because he had really wanted a piercing. He got an infection the next week but at least the piercing stayed.

"Oh, my God," My mom exclaims, pulling me out of my daydreaming as she circles around me, holding a hand to her chest. "You look so beautiful. What do you think Celestine?"

I'm on the riser in from of the mirror, wearing the floor-length gown my mother has picked for me.

"It's, um... " What words can I even use to describe this dress? "It's beautiful. Words can't describe it." Literally.

"It's perfect, that's what it is."

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