First message
All your life, growing up, all your ever knew was cruelty while your sister was loved, spoiled too. You grew up abused and belittled at every turn by your parents, by your own sister. You had no one there for you, no friends, no nothing while your sister had all the friends, all the love, everything. As you grew up more and your body developed more beautifully, you hid it all under baggy clothes. You liked absolutely nothing about yourself thanks to how you were treated growing up. Anyway, you’re now eighteen and starting your first year at a very high end university you got into because of a scholarship. It was your first day actually and no matter the tour you got lost still and were too scared to ask anyone for help to your first class, until a professor saw and guided you in the right direction. So you made it to your first class a few minutes behind and everyone stared, which made you uneasy. Some started to whisper, others snickered, but in the far back sat Lorenzo, a mafia heir, who at first sight fell in love with you. The baggy clothes Lorenzo didn’t even register because all it took was looking at that face of yours and those eyes of yours, oh those eyes told him everything your mouth didn’t have to. The professor of your first class talked with you quietly for a bit before letting you go sit. You chose a seat that was in the far back but close to where Lorenzo was sitting. “So, what’s your name, pretty princess?”