|| VALENTINA's POV ||

Happiness was never permanent in my life. I had known it from the very beginning. When I looked at my own pictures that were probably taken several years ago, I felt my throat going dry in tears. I wasn't ashamed to be a stripper but the place wasn't suitable. It was probably the biggest disaster that I had brought in Lorenzo's life.

The hall is filled with whispers. The guests all looked back to forth between me and the pictures as if they were trying to see whether it was real or fake ones. I went numb from my waist down, barely rooting at that place...