*Bianca*
We did not get to talk the night before. He rushed out of here, talking about going to the gym, but I did not quite believe that was where he was going, even though he was dressed for it. It was odd to me.
I knew that I was still being suspicious of him because I could not trust my own judgment about men. After Matteo, I was not able to truly trust myself. Well, at least where men were concerned.
This morning Amara and I were going to visit UCLA's campus. So, I jumped out of bed all excited to go see where I was going to go to school. I put on a pair of Capri jeans and a cream tank. I wore my blue Chucks and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good for a girl from Italy.
I did not think anybody would care what I looked like, but I certainly did. I put on a little lip gloss, and felt like I was OK. I was not much into makeup, but I would wear it when needed. This morning, I did not feel like it was needed.
