“Look at him. He’s so pitiful.” The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so—but he didn’t. It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were
“Give it.” Dario snatched it from my hands and tore the envelope to shreds, revealing the letter. With trembling hands, he read through the letter, while I could only wonder the context of it. “I’m going to kill him,” Dario whispered as tears fell from his eyes. It was the first time he showed some
“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.” One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.
“Do what?” “Communicate,” Christian spoke, relieved. “But it feels good.” He spoke as he moved his hand to the ring around my finger. “And after all of this is finished, I’m going to give you the big wedding you want.” “Who told you I want a big wedding?” I frowned. Christian shrugged. “In that ca
Christian “This meeting didn’t go anywhere,” Christian spoke, frustrated. Dario shrugged. “We knew it wouldn’t.” He agreed. After a discussion that lasted about a week, the two and Franco had decided to give the remaining Lamberti’s a heads up about Berto’s reappearance. “Do you think they’re on o
“And I won’t do it again,” Christian stated. “Fabio Garcia was too easy, too predictable…Berto, on the other hand.” Berto’s interest in Serena was what had scared him the most. Christian had quickly realized that his uncle was an unpredictable demon who was capable of doing anything—including blowi
“It’s almost ridiculous how you manage to take good pictures of yourself but bad pictures of your daughter,” Isobel commented. “It’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?” We were in my room. During the past two days at my parents' house, she was nice enough to keep me company. Just like Christian, Beau
“Sleeping? This early?” He worried. “What will you do if she won’t be able to sleep tonight?” As expected, this was nothing more than Christian being Christian. He was always stressing himself out over stuff which wasn’t that big of a deal. “I’ll figure it out. I’m her mom!” I spoke sarcastically.