I explain to David the reason I can’t accept his generous offer. He’s disappointed, but he gets it, Miranda’s mom is a stay-home-wife so he can relate to my case. Unfortunately, this means this will be my last week here. Judith, the original assistant, comes back next Monday. The following days have a strange sentiment, I feel nostalgic about leaving my first job, but also excited for what’s coming. On my last day of work, I get a little more emotional than I expected, I even shed a few tears, but I assume pregnancy hormones had something to do with it. 

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up. By instinct, I reach for my phone to check the time, but then I recall I don’t have it with me, I left my home in such a rush I didn’t even grab it on my way out. I get out of bed and look for Miranda, but she’s nowhere to be found. I must have overslept because my clothes are clean and dry, neatly folded on the nightstand. Miranda probably went out to get the money from the ATM. I jump into the shower, as I wash my hair I think of the day ahead of me and the important decisions I need to take in the next few hours, I have to be ver

It’s been two weeks since I was forced to get married, I haven’t left Stefan’s apartment since I got here. I spend my days lying in bed or sleeping. I have barely eaten anything, I don’t feel hungry, the only thing I feel is loneliness and the weight of my disillusion. Stefan tried to talk with me the first few days, he tried to mend things between us and explain his version of the events to me hoping I would see his side, but because all he got from me were hostile stares, he gave up; now he’s giving me my space, letting me ‘process’ the situation on my own, according to his own words. He thinks that with time I will get a new pers

The doctor was right, the bruise on my forehead goes away in just a few days. It’s been a week since the accident and I feel good as new. Now that I’m healed, I’m finally ready to stop being this sad defeated woman and the first step to do so is to take better care of myself. I’ve been eating much better this past week, but I also need to exercise and get out of the apartment once in a while. The self-imposed confinement is clearly not good for my mental and physical health. I find online a prenatal yoga class I want to check out, working out and seeing new faces is just what I need. I ask Ivan to take me to the class, he looks relieved to finally be able to get out of the apartment, watching over me must be really boring since I do nothing all day. 

A bathing suit is not the only thing I have to buy for our trip, I’m also going to need a dress to wear for Christmas and another one for New Year’s Eve. I definitely didn’t expect my first Holidays with Stefan to be like this, pregnant and practically traveling as a hostage; but to be honest, my marriage with Stefan is nothing like I imagined. The task of finding two cute dresses that make me feel beautiful and confident with my new baby bump turns out to be rather difficult. I’m nervous enough to meet the Corvino clan as it is, so I want to feel good about myself and wha