Sunday, February 16
It's bright and early, laid stilly in bed, Valentina had yet another one of those nights. The tossing and turning, 20 minute intervals of sleep, she’s allowing her thoughts to consume her whole. She can’t shake away these feelings. It’s been two weeks since Premier Ignacio Santos’ assassination and the Vice Premier has gone missing. What the actual fuck? Who was that bold? Valentina has not felt peace since. As a matter of fact, she doesn’t believe she’s ever known peace and this clusterfuck of events have pushed her over the edge. Without order in Coronado, she fears the worst yet to come and what kind of threat can come from this for the Del Bosque house. First stone, final word. First stone, final wor— Fuck that. “Get it together Valentina...” She let out in a sigh. She finally gets out of bed to proceed with her day. She was graciousness enough to give herself a free day to head to the Coronado Market — incognito of course. Due to the recent events she’s unsure if she should be out alone but the Market has always been a happy place. It’s lively, refreshing, different. Her everyday lifestyle is obviously enjoyable but damn, she loves her some vendors. She takes one last look in the mirror, anxiety building up yet again, “In and out Val, in and out.” Instead of having one of her chauffeur's drive her, she decides to drive herself down to the market. Bad idea? Definitely is but Val is too prideful, no matter her worries. She arrives shortly and begins her walkthrough of the market. Of course, her first stop is always where she can find the freshest of spices.
