The next day, when I went down for breakfast, I discovered that my father had left very early for the Trieste region, near Venice, where—if I remember correctly—il he has a maritime port through which he exports and imports his raw materials.
That news only confirmed what I had already thought before: something quite serious is happening. This morning I’m not in the mood to get ready, but I don’t want to go see Julius in my pajamas either, and although my best option would be to cancel everything, I suppose he would insist again. So, in the end, I decide to wear a short white dress, along with a blue jacket and a matching blue bag. This time I leave my hair down and, even though I don’t want to put on makeup, my anxiety is stronger than me, so I end up doing it quite well.
Just in case,
