Amapola Part 2
Today is my graduation day, the day my parents and I have dreamed of for so long. I'm happy to have not only them but also other special people to share it with: Salvatore, Rico, Fabrizio, Amadeu, and Angela have gradually become very important to me.
I'm just not even happier because besides my dad, only Amadeu and Angela will be accompanying me at the ceremony. They don't participate in just any event, and as for Salvatore and me, we've always maintained discretion about our relationship, which we still haven't officially named.
I love Salvatore, even though I’ve never said it to him out loud. I have no doubt about my feelings, but I keep a part of my heart guarded, fearing that he might break it someday.
Throughout the year, since we were seen together so often, some people speculated about a possible relationship between us, but we always found ways to silence those rumors. That's why he couldn't attend the ceremony—who would believe that a man in his position would accompany his secretary to her graduation? I understood, but that didn’t lessen my sadness about his absence at such an important moment for me.
After a day filled with pampering—massages, hairstyles, makeup, waxing, nails, and everything else—I looked in the mirror of my room and saw the result I had hoped for. I still kept my things there, even though I hadn’t slept in that room since we returned from Palermo.
The mirror reflected a confident woman, satisfied with everything I had achieved. I spun around, keeping my eyes on my reflection, and admired how much I had changed. I was still the same girl full of dreams, goals, and expectations, grounded in reality—but now I was wearing designer shoes and outfits.
A year ago, I never imagined I would finish my course and be in this position; it had never even crossed my mind.
For the evening, I chose a golden dress with flowing sleeves, fastening at my neck while leaving my entire back exposed up to the waist in a large open circle. The front neckline went just below the line of my breasts, crossing over and leaving an opening at my waist. From that point down, it was fitted until the beginning of my thighs, where it flared out, creating an incredible movement for my body. I paired it with strappy sandals of the same color.
My hair was tied up in a high bun with a few loose strands, and the makeup highlighted my features, making my eyes truly a show on their own.
I control my tears to avoid ruining the look; I wanted to stay beautiful until the end of the night so Salvatore could see me. I call my dad to let him know that Amadeo and I will pick him up in about twenty minutes. Still facing the mirror, I can't tear my eyes away from my reflection; it feels like I'm in a fairy tale, and I just regret that my prince charming isn’t by my side at this moment.
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