VIOLETA
It’s been three days since our trip to Venice, but we are home now. I am getting ready to go to court and I am so nervous right now, but Pablo is telling me not to worry about anything. He is not the one to convince the judge why I should get divorced from Carlos, so it is so easy for him to say that.
Carlos can be very unpredictable, and who knows what stunt he might pull out in court? Gosh, if he had just signed the damn divorce papers and let our lawyers settle everything, we wouldn’t be doing this, convincing the judge who was not even there to witness our wedding or marriage.
“Andrew is one of the best lawyers, babe, and I trust him,” Pablo says, standing in front of me in the bathroom as I was looking at myself in the mirror.
“If you trust him, then I trust you,”
“A
