And with this heartbreaking thing with Keith happening lately, I just don't know where I stand anymore. For many years, I thought that being with Keith, I finally had my own choice. That choosing to be with him, I started to believe that at least I have something for me. Of course, this is apart from Gianna. Problems with the heart are a different matter. But even Keith is my father's doing. Now I find myself wondering how long I will continue standing.
I'm just so grateful that no matter what happens, I still have Gianna. My sweet girl, my little star, my little miracle. She's mine. At least there's that.
The thought of my daughter has me swinging my gaze back to Giovanni. And I find him staring at me again. He has his arm on the back of his date's chair, and she's practically sitting on his lap now, her hands busily rubbing his chest while she laughs and talks to the other people at their table.
