Chapter 52 The Wait
- GIULLIA SANTORI’S POV
- I'm sitting on the balcony, huddled and hugging my knees because it's cold at that time. Gray sweatpants, a white tank top, bare feet, my hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and my face devoid of makeup.
- During these days, I'm just surviving. Longing consumes my chest, and Vittorio's words repeat in my mind over and over again. Countless times.