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Alessa SullivanSeeing it from that angle, I accept the girls' advice and decide to wear the black one instead of the red. My makeup is very understated and natural; the makeup artist kept saying it was a sin to cover my face with makeup, which I took as a compliment.With my makeup and hair done, I thank the team that came to get me ready and find myself still glancing back and forth between the two dresses, still a bit undecided. The black isn't the stunning look that Mattia had requested.I'm still pondering over the dresses when the scent of my Italian fills the room, and I feel his bare chest against my back, comforting me as he runs his hands over my stomach."Are you undecided?" I nod and hold his hands on my stomach."I find the red dazzling, but the black has something that makes me feel more comfortable, I can't quite explain," he says, kissing my neck."Then I'll wear it tonight," I say, feeling a bit more confident.Mattia sits in the armchair and watches me put on my stoc

Alessa SullivanGiulia was right; this dinner was important for Mattia, even though he spent most of the time by my side, he managed to establish good alliances with other electoral committees. I spent the evening receiving numerous desirous and covetous looks, which bothered me a lot. However, managing Mattia with his possessive temperament left me feeling somewhat inflated with ego. I liked seeing him hover around me and mark his territory, yet there was this one idiot who made me feel like just any prostitute, not the woman that I am...But all the magic I felt throughout the evening evaporated when he went to talk to Antonio, the man who calls the shots at the Humanitarian Organization. I get into the car with him driving calmly. My patience was on edge, just waiting for him to say something—anything, even a single phrase. In the anger I was feeling, I would have exploded if he had uttered just one word.We were nearing the building and Mattia remained silent. I looked out the win

Alessa SullivanThe flight to Kiev proved to be exhausting and filled with anxiety and nervousness, not only for me, but for most of the soldiers and volunteers with me at that moment.Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, was besieged by Russian troops. In an initial agreement in an attempt to achieve peace for both peoples suffering from the greed of the Russian government, they managed to create a humanitarian aid corridor, offering help and treatment for the wounded.It was cold as I stepped out of the aircraft, observing much of the city engulfed in flames or black smoke rising, some buildings destroyed. I tightened my heavy coat and watched the snow fall beside me. With my backpack on my back and my small luggage in hand, I pulled out my phone to let Mattia and Giulia know I had arrived safely.To my dismay, my phone had died, so I would have to wait until we reached where we would be housed to rest and plug in my phone. Carmen approached me and guided me towards some tents with the Red

Alessa SullivanI had a terrible night. Throughout the early hours, there were many bombings. Sirens in the distance informed us that more victims would be arriving, trying to find refuge from this senseless war.Long before dawn, we were already wearing gloves, stitching up victims who kept arriving at the Red Cross tent.I was exhausted, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. I decided to take a break and call Giulia and then Mattia.“Good morning, my humanitarian friend, how are things?”I made a video call, chose a spot a bit further away, and sat down under a tree that was beginning to lose its brown leaves to the winter that must be quite harsh in this part of the planet.I looked into the distance and saw buildings ablaze, black smoke rising, and many sirens blaring in the background. I hugged my leg, resting my cheek on my knee, and stayed silent while Giulia looked for a spot to give me her full attention.“Is it really that bad?”Her question, even though redundant, is u

Mattia De LucaShe shifts the position of the phone screen, and there on a small stretcher was a little boy, covered in medical equipment. I look at his face, and indeed he reminds me a lot of Alessa—the light tone of his hair, the delicate nose, and even the shape of his lips.“Mi cara, he looks like you, it's as if I'm seeing a male version of you.” I say, startled by the resemblance.“I'm frightened by the resemblance and I don't want to get attached, if his parents show up here, I'll suffer!”“Let's go in parts, all right, we'll wait and see if anyone comes looking for him, if not, I'll bring him home for the duration of his volunteering!”A twinkle appears in his eyes, a huge smile that makes my chest beat frantically.“Alessa, I'm in love with you and I want to see you happy, if you want to adopt this bambino, I'll be by your side supporting you.”“I'm in love with you too Mattia and for some reason I feel it's the right thing to do with this little boy.”“Don't worry, I'll make