42: Serafina Salvatore

A V E L I N A

I quickly rushed down the stairs, and saw Lorenzo standing at the entrance, talking to someone.

I slowed down and stood there. My hands were shaking and my legs felt wobbly.

"Avelina," Lorenzo's voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I looked at him.

"You're here." I awkwardly said.

"Aren't you going to say hello to our guest." He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"Ah, yes. Sorry." I cleared my throat and smiled nervously. I finally turned and met his mother. My jaw literally almost dropped to the floor. She didn't look a day over fifty. She had shoulder-length hair and a slim body. Her skin was smooth and tanned.

She had light brown eyes and looked a little over 5'4 in height. She was wearing a black dress, which showed off her perfect curves. She looked nothing like her sons. Though, I could see a bit of resemblance with Valerie and Giovanni. The brute looks just like his mom.

Serafina Salvatore. Mother of the Salvatore sons.

I suddenly felt a rush of insecurity as sh