ludovica was your newest roommate, only fresh to the warm embrace of France, so of course her speaking wasn’t the best. But to her luck, neither was yours, leaving her plenty room to argue this now.

“you knew?” was all he could lightly scoff, pushing her hair back in frustration as her lips stayed partly agape in disbelief. “you knew about what happened with brando? This whole time?” she sought to reiterate, to get her point across. ‎‏‏‎ ‎ in all honesty, ludovica had zero idea on how you even caught wind of that situation, considering the fact she practically moved countries and got away from that. And now its all coming back, as if her belief was just a clouded attempt, which in fact, failed.

Ludovica didn’t know if she should be angry at you, but she still remained agitated. Slowly pacing around the dorm room, thumb to her lips as she lightly bit at the nail polish. She sighed desperately, trying to regain her composure.

“will this change anything?” she blurted out, her tone riddled in nervousness and somewhat desperate. Even if the video wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but be wary of what you’d think of her, she was hoping to keep that all away from you.