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They're tired of him as well. Me: Giulio, do you want an all-paid vacation to Africa? Giulio: Fuck no! I'm just trying to get your instructions clear. *Winking emoji* Giacomo: Vacation sounds nice. Remember to take photos with the giraffes and lions. Send them to us. Giuseppe: Don't get eaten by one and come crying in our DMs. Alessio, I think you should stalk him yourself. Enzo: Need help stalking? Gianna has a handbook on how to stalk people.

Danielle I’m starting to get fed up by waking up with puffy eyes. I wake up in our bed. Our bed. But I find it empty. Checking my phone on the nightstand, I find a text waiting for me. Giovanni: God morning, my Love, I was called into work early today. I’m sorry but I’ll make up for it tonight. Danielle: Can’t wait! I’m still wearing my stained clothes from yesterday, and am therefore still embarassingly covered in ice cream.

Jamie and Aaron were not straining to look at the tiny screen in front of us, but I assumed they must be watching through Cadence’s IAC. As Giovani passed the camera, he paused. Slowly turning his head up and angling it so that his face was looking directly into the camera, he snarled a vicious looking smile, flashed the peace sign, and then flipped it around turning it into a not so nice gesture. The hollow stare in his eyes stayed with me even after the laptop was pulled away from the phone and I was staring at the familiar, lovely faces of my best friends. “See? It’s him, right?” Lucy asked.

Rej laughed again. “Shout as much as you can, girlie. No one can hear you. It’s only me and you here. Ah, I have some of my men out there. But that’s no help for you. How about we get straight to the job? We have a whole evening.” He got closer to Gianna. At that moment, Gianna smiled in a cunning way. “Okay. Sure thing. But first, you’ll have to help me remove the period cloth. I couldn’t change it for a fairly long time, so I think it’s full now. Ready for a blood bath?”

Lisa kept taking sips from her juice slowly and was focused on remembering the lyrics of the songs. She had written it on the paper and kept glancing on it from time to time. There was a tap on her shoulder, she turned around and saw Giovanna. She was wearing a silver colored sequin long dress, shining all over with a bright smile plastered on her face. “Lisa, right?” Giovanna asked. “Yes, Miss Giovanna.” Lisa answered politely. “Have you prepared the songs.?” Giovanna asked looking at the paper in her hand.

she complained and made me laugh even more. "Gia, what exactly do you want?" I faced her, trying to be serious. "Look, this morning he said good morning when I came out of my room, just a little kiss like that, slow, nice, a sweet hug." "And isn't that good?" "It is, but I wanted a more lively good morning, so I pushed him against the wall and gave him a big kiss and, Hannah, I wanted to touch his skin, because he's so handsome and yesterday I felt that stomach... Hannah, I understood the definition of a six-pack that drives girls crazy in English class. So I wanted to be sure, so while I was kissing him, on the neck because I discovered he likes it, I put my hands under his shirt. Oh my!" G

Hands on hips, she flipped her hair back and fluttered her lashes coyly at her frozen husband. “What do you think?” She twirled. The family gasped—except Milo, who just smirked. “Enough to slap the sulking out of you?” Zayne was a mannequin. “Gia?” he whispered, eyes wide, scanning her sassy frame. “You—you’re…” He covered his mouth. His eyes filled. “You’re standing, Gianna…” “Yeah, I am.” Gianna smiled softly. “It’s real, I promise you.”

Amora's Point Of View "How was work yesterday?" Gianna shouted immediately as she barged into my room. "Hectic! Chaos! Chaotic! Illegal!" I mentioned as I mindlessly scroll through my phone. "Wow! Give me a detailed gist of what happened!" She requested as she jumped on my neatly made bed. "Ouch!" I cried out. "What is that?" She asked. Doesn't she know what she just did? "Are you asking me that? Didn't you feel your foot hitting something?" I asked her, as I rubbed my thumb against my big toe.

"Jane, be careful, alright!" Gianna shouted to the little girl playing with other children on the playground; close by, she and Amara were sipping wine, their dark shades on. She watched Jane and Amara watch her, and when she turned, catching her eyes, Amara would look away, raising the cup to her lips. Her eyes were back on the little girl, who was now moving down a slide and at the same time waving at her. Gia smiled and blew her a kiss, still watching as she ran for another round.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t