"You said you'd be attending an occasion tonight, why didn't you go anymore?" Mea asks as she lays snuggled up in bed next to Marco. Life with him was way higher and more beautiful than she had even dared to dream of.
He helped her paint a new world, a new fantasy, a new meaning of life. He was her angel, and she was ever grateful to God for finally answering her unspoken prayers and sending him to her.
"I decided to stay in bed with you… don't you like it?" he jests, and she giggles delighted by his words. "The truth is—" Marco paused, trying to arrange his words correctly.
"Remember my boss, I told you about him right?" she nods her head.
"And I still can't believe you work for Zeno Silvestri…" she shakes her body, as if trying to shake the thought of the man from her head. She'd heard people talking about him, talking about how bad he was, how he was a brute, how he never laughs or smiles. And how he went through women like he'd go through a book.
