Sofia.

I tiptoed into Jules’ room as I fantasized about how I would definnitely become its new inhabitant when it all falls in place between Deangelo and I, the ultimate dream of mine since forever.

I tiptoed in, so as not to disturb the prints in the carpet from her oh-so graceful feet. I gazed in envy at the numerous beautiful hardback books that her husband had given her; they had never been read and simply collected dust and had stood in piles. It made me bitter when I thought of the tattered copies of the classics I had scavenged for at jumble sales and the efforts I made to...