Se connecterARIA POV Dinner is at 7:30pm. I almost don’t go down. But if I hide, Victoria wins. If I go, I have to lie. 48 hours. That’s the pact. 6:55pm. I change out of the blue dress. It feels like a costume now. I put on black. Simple. No jewelry. My hair is down, messy, because I ran my hands through it in the library and never fixed it. Luca said he liked it like this once. I hate that I remember. 7:28pm. The dining room is already full of light. Candles. Wine. And her. Victoria in white again. Of course. Sitting at the head of the table. Not Luca’s seat. Hers. Like she’s been practicing. Luca is at the other end. Black shirt, sleeves rolled. He doesn’t look up when I walk in. Good. That’s the pact. Cordial. Professional. Nothing else. “Hi, Aria,” Victoria says. Sweet. Too sweet. “You made it. I was worried you’d skip dinner after... everything.” “Everything” meaning the photo. Meaning the library. Meaning the door that locked at 6:40pm. I sit. Not next to Luca. Not next to her.
ARIA POVThe library door clicks behind us.Lock.That sound is louder than the cameras were, louder than the comments, louder than Victoria’s text buzzing in my pocket.6:40pm.No cameras here, no perfume, no photos of them on the walls. Just books, leather, the smell of old paper and cedar. His cedar. The only thing in this house that still smells like him, and not her.Luca lets go of my hand, but he doesn’t go far. Three steps, then he turns and leans against the desk, arms crossed, like he’s trying to hold himself together.“You okay?” he asks.I don’t answer. I walk to the window, the curtains are closed. From here we can’t see the driveway, can’t see the press cars that left an hour ago, can’t see anything but our reflection in the glass. Me in blue, him in black, standing too far apart.“Aria.” My name again, softer this time, and it pulls at something in my chest.“What do you want me to say, Luca?” I turn. “That I’m fine? Because I’m not. Because the entire internet just dis
RIA POVThe photo drops at 6:14pm.I’m in my room when my phone starts buzzing. Once. Twice. Then it doesn’t stop. I don’t want to look. I know what it is. The family photo. The one with the lights and the champagne and Victoria’s hand on Luca’s arm. But my thumb moves anyway.It’s everywhere. On the app. On fan pages. On gossip threads. The caption is the same on all of them: _The Five Mafia Brothers present: Family First._There we are. Victoria in white, glowing like she planned it. Luca in black, jaw tight, staring straight ahead. And me in blue, sandwiched between them. Smiling. Except I’m not. Not really. My hands are fists at my sides. You can see it if you zoom. And people are zooming._Comment 1:_ why is aria holding her fists like that??__Comment 2:_ did y’all see victoria’s hand??? she’s claiming him__Comment 3:_ luca isn’t even looking at her. he’s looking at aria.__Comment 4:_ the tension. THE TENSION._My stomach drops. I read them again. Then again. Like if I stare
Aria POVThe press is gone by 10:22am. The lights. The champagne. The fake smiles. All of it packed up and driven away. And now the house is too quiet. Like the silence after a gunshot.I’m still in the blue dress. Still holding my hair tie in my pocket. My knuckles are white. Victoria didn’t say a word to me after the last flash. She just walked upstairs with Luca. His hand on the small of her back. Like she belongs there. My stomach turns.10:24am. I hear their voices upstairs. Hers first. Soft. Then his. Low. Then a door closing. I don’t think. I just move. My feet take me upstairs before my brain can catch up. To their room. _Our room_, he said. Temporary.I knock once. Hard. No answer. I open it anyway.They’re standing too close. Victoria with her hand on his chest. Luca with his jaw tight. And on the dresser behind them? My hair ties. All three of them. Laid out in a line like trophies. My blood goes cold. Then hot.“What is this,” I say.Victoria turns. Slow. “Oh, Aria. We wer
Aria POV I don’t go downstairs, Not until 8:47am. Not until I hear the cameras. The press is here early, Of course they are. Victoria would’ve invited them for breakfast. Those are the kind of things she likes doing. I can hear them from my room. Laughter. Glasses clinking. Luca’s voice. Low. Calm. And Victoria. Bright. Perfect. _The happy family._ I look at myself in the mirror. Blue dress. The one Luca said he liked. I hate that I listened. I hate that I still want him to notice. The three hair ties are in the drawer. Locked. But I can still feel them. 7:59am. A knock. Not Victoria this time. His knock. Three slow taps. “Aria.” Luca. I don’t open the door. “Aria, open up. We need to talk before they start.” I walk to the door. Unlock it. But I don’t step back. He’s in black. Suit. Hair down. Messy like he ran his hands through it all night. No hair tie. No trace of mine on him. His eyes drop to my dress. Then back to my face. “Are you okay? Victoria said you had a rough nigh
Aria POVI don’t sleep.I sit on the floor until 4am with my hair tie in my hand. Mine. Even if it smells like her perfume now. At 5am I shower until the water goes cold. At 6am I braid my hair without it. At 6:55am I hear footsteps in the hall.7:02am. There’s a knock. Soft. Then the door opens before I can say anything.Victoria.She’s already dressed. Cream dress. Hair curled. Makeup perfect. Like she slept eight hours and woke up to win. She’s holding a mug. Two mugs.“Morning,” she says. Sweet. Too sweet. “I made coffee. Thought we could start the day right. You know, for the press.”I don’t move from my bed. “I’m not drinking coffee with you.”She smiles and sets both mugs on my desk anyway. “You don’t have to. It’s just… Luca asked me to check on you. He’s worried you didn’t sleep.”He didn’t ask.He was in the living room all night. I heard him.I stay quiet.She walks around my room like she owns it. Touches the frame on my desk. My mom. Moves it half an inch to the left. “Yo







