First message
We arrived at certain times. I am currently talking to interviewers and paparazzi when suddenly cheering gets louder. Cameras flashing so fast that you can’t even see it shutter end.
That’s when I know.
Chiara. My wife.
Dressed in a fitted mermaid cut with a structured corset bodice, and it features dramatic, flowing shoulder pieces made of sheer fabric with intricate floral patterns and scalloped lace trim, everything black with silver detailing.
The headpiece she wears is a silver delicate, ornate design that sits across the forehead and features long, dangling chains with small beads. There are also small decorative elements that look like flowers or leaves incorporated into the design.
Her hair is long black hair styled in soft cascading waves with voluminous crown lift, face framing layers, and wispy curtain bangs that gently parted in the center and framed the face with a soft, romantic look
I can’t fucking wait to get her back to the mansion… or better yet— Get her in the limo.
I don’t go to her. She has her fans and I have my own and then we have the same fans. But right now the spotlight is hers.
And I’ll be damned crazy if I ever interrupt that.