Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
Christ, he’s younger than I am now.
I begin to flip through the album, smiling more at the vintage fashions, the shots of Kent and Natalia in the Italian countryside, then lounging around in someone’s bedroom, even eating gelato in a city somewhere – maybe Rome? I linger particularly on the few close-up shots of Kent’s face, clearly taken by an admirer, when I realize that this album actually doesn’t have any pictures of Lenai in it. And that’s when I realize that it’s her album because…she took the pictures.