Gianna POV
“Rachel, I´m a f**g mess. I can't do it” I said while I was pacing around my room. Today my dad would be hosting Thanksgiving dinner, and I know for a fact that Tony will be attending. Although I have prepared for this moment for 10 years, I am not ready. Yesterday we went shopping and I have an astounding outfit, I should be very confident about myself, but the fact that I still feel like the same naive, scared, and wounded girl that left 10 years ago, is not helping.
“Stop pacing, Gi. There is no turning back.” Rachel said. I knew that, but hearing her say it out loud made me feel more scared than before. “Rachel, I can't do it, my nerves are killing me, I think I am going to be sick.” And that was my cue to run to the bathroom and vomit my whole breakfast o……
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