Chapter 51

Althaia

Things at work had calmed down. I was taking a lot of stress off my mother’s shoulder now that I was back because, other than her, I was the only one skilled enough to sketch customers’ wishes. We had seamstresses working for us, but they were not always in the boutique with us, only when it became busy.

Time seemed to fly, and before I knew it, weeks had already gone by. It felt like time was going by even faster because as soon as I would get home from work, I would pass out the second my head hit the pillow.

I haven’t been talking to Damiano as much, only squeezing in a text message here and there. He called me last night, and I was so tired that I fell asleep while talking to him, but he knew how busy things have been.

I felt guilty that I barely had any time for him when he always made sure to have time for me. And he was the one with multiple businesses and running a Mafia.

Lately, I was feeling like I couldn’t get enough