chapter ninety five

Selena

Selena

The familiar sights and sounds of Italy welcomed us back, and I couldn't contain my excitement. My heart raced at the thought of seeing my dad, and as soon as we arrived, I practically sprinted to his place.

Dinner with Dad was always a cherished tradition, a time to catch up on life and share the bond that transcended any distance. Angel, however, chose not to join us. I could sense the tension between them, the clash of personalities that made it uncomfortable for both.

"So, Dad, you won't believe the adventures we had in Canada," I began, eager to recount the tales of laughter, magic, and unexpected heartbreak.

He chuckled, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the love only a father could have. "I'm all ears, Selena. Tell me everything."

And so, I regaled him with the stories, from the impromptu magic shows in our makeshift haven to the comforting feasts Angel conjured up to lift my spirits. The highs and lows of our journey unfolded in the words I shared, creating a