Guilt destroys me, swallowing me whole. It deprives you of sleep and ties your stomach into a tight knot. I was a princess, the ideal heir to Granz, but not for long. This part of my life burned down, taking my future with it. Only a shadow remained - a girl without a future and with a terrible secret. Only one person knows about my many sins, and I can't get his beautiful face out of my head. I am haunted by memories of that evening when I was with him. They don't disappear, but trying to catch up with Pete is the same as catching smoke with your hand. Getting close to this sexy man is unrealistic - I keep telling myself that. The Pete Ferro I met that evening doesn't exist. He is not a poet, not a philosopher, not an actor. He is a player, and I am his new toy. 18+ Translated for the group: