All about the Giannellis

Fourteen years ago.

“Angel!” My sister whimpered when I swiped the tiara off her head. She burst into the master bedroom where Papa had just finished dressing up. “Papa, Angel took my tiara!” I heard her cry just as I followed her in.

Papa picked her up with a grin. “Why would you do that, Angel?”

Because Lyra cried to Papa about everything. That, and because I didn't like being copied. Mama and Papa had let us chose whatever we wanted to wear for their vow-renewal ceremony today and the tiara was my idea…until Lyra decided she wanted one too.

I loved my sister but I didn’t like her doing everything I did in the name of looking up to me.

He put Lyra down and picked me up. “Don’t bully your sister, Angel.” He punctuated his words with a kiss to my forehead. “You are getting taller and heavier by the day. One day, I won’t be able to carry you up anymore.”

“That’s not true. You are the strongest man in the world. You can even carry Mama up the stairs.” I countered and wrapped my arms