“Sophia… It’s not that sim-”
“Don’t you Sophia me! I don’t want your pity alright. Just say no already if you won’t. I guess this is just something else I’ll have to do on my own. Fine, Don’t come. Break my heart. But I don’t ever want to hear from you, mom, Tommy or anyone again. It’ll be the best day of my life when I don’t have to walk around being a pretentious, stuck up, good for nothing piece of shit VanWheele anymore!” she snapped then hung up the phone. Then she took off her heels and tossed them in the closet then crawled into bed angrily. Groaning loudly in frustration into her pillow.
Gabe crawled back out of the vent and grabbed a phone book, flipping through it until he found the number for the vineyard. He slid it over to Brian. “Call that number and give me the phone.”
Brian nodded and called the number, then handed Gabe the phone when it started to ring.
gabriel-xx2 reblogged this from sophia-vw2 and added: She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
sophia-vw2 reblogged this from gabriel-xx2 and added: “You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...