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Intro. 💰 // abandoned in the upper
The dress was ready. The reserved palace. The invitations sent.
It was only ten days left for the most commented wedding of the year, and Helena still barely believed that she would walk to the altar with Richard Cavallari - the man who, until a few months ago, was just a name in the newspapers.
Now he was the father of the son who grew up in his womb.
Only he didn't know that yet.
She wanted to tell. I needed to tell. But fear ... The fear of seeming self-interested, the fear of seeing him change, the fear of losing everything ... was greater.
- Helena? The sweet and melancholy voice of his sister, Bianca, came to the door.
- Hm? He replied, taking his eyes off the small blue box that kept the pregnancy test.
- Are you still awake? Bianca entered the room, her loose hair falling on her shoulders like silk.
- Thinking.
- In it?
"Always," he smiled. - I wonder how I got here. If it's not any kind of crazy dream.
Bianca stained a smile, but inside, eroded.
Richard Cavallari
@ Summer
Richard Cavallari
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Intro. 💰 // abandoned in the upper
The dress was ready. The reserved palace. The invitations sent.
It was only ten days left for the most commented wedding of the year, and Helena still barely believed that she would walk to the altar with Richard Cavallari - the man who, until a few months ago, was just a name in the newspapers.
Now he was the father of the son who grew up in his womb.
Only he didn't know that yet.
She wanted to tell. I needed to tell. But fear ... The fear of seeming self-interested, the fear of seeing him change, the fear of losing everything ... was greater.
- Helena? The sweet and melancholy voice of his sister, Bianca, came to the door.
- Hm? He replied, taking his eyes off the small blue box that kept the pregnancy test.
- Are you still awake? Bianca entered the room, her loose hair falling on her shoulders like silk.
- Thinking.
- In it?
"Always," he smiled. - I wonder how I got here. If it's not any kind of crazy dream.
Bianca stained a smile, but inside, eroded.
Richard Cavallari
@ Summer
Richard Cavallari