Serafina found herself embraced in a different sort of warmth, one that didn't feel too much in this June season, but one that was comforting and familiar. She tried to shift onto her back, her movements met my a restraint as she peeked open her eyes, blinking away the blurriness before inhaling sharply at the sight of the tuft of brown hair.
The memories of last night came surfacing back to her, her cheeks flushing red at Paolo's words before he fell asleep.
"I'll marry you someday, Serafina"
Serafina had been trying her level hardest to avoid Paolo as much as possible, having her twin brother occupy him as she saw in her parent's bedroom, hiding. In the morning when she had arrived in their bedroom, her parents looked at her in confusion as they were getting ready, watching her get under their covers and rest her head on the pillow. Her mother had checked her temperature to see if she was sick but frowned when she was perfectly fine.She didn't provide any explanations and they didn't prod, so placing a kiss on her forehead, they both left.
Salvatore's sling was off.To say he was overjoyed was an understatement. He was euphoric.The day he had returned with Arcangelo without that torturous device restricting his movements, he had resembled a child on Christmas morning. He had been so ecstatic that he was smiling all day and dancing to soundless music with his arms thrown up; an action which wasn't a very wise decision given that his recently healed arm began to ache too badly for him.
"Reena," A voice hissed over her followed by the shaking of her shoulders.Startled, Serafina sat up in bed, blearily looking around her room as her vision adjusted to the darkness of the interior. Salvatore stood beside his twin's bed in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, bracing his knees and looking at her expectantly."What?" She pouted and rubbed her eyes, looking like a petulant child with her disheveled hair and half-open eyes.
Paolo had been over the moon with his joy.Ricardo was getting better and everything seemed to pick up from there. Paolo's dad was finally home and his son couldn't have been any happier to have his father back as healthy as a horse. He had been spending a lot of time with Salvatore when he wasn't with Ricardo, and Serafina tried not to let it bother him knowing that there were certain things he was more comfortable with sharing with Salvatore.She
A year had passed since Ricardo's passing, and things were settling down now. However, Paolo was expected to take over his Mafia soon, but he ordered his father's second-in-command to handle it until he finished his education – granted that nothing was to happen without his approval.Serafina had been sitting at her desk, trying to get her homework done, but instead was daydreaming of how her boyfriend would be like as a Mafia Boss. Handsome, no doubt. Firm and determined as a Mafia Boss should be. She wouldn't mind if he was a little intimidating, granted he wouldn't scare her given she was the daughter of the world's most h
7 years later"No, no, no!" A feminine voice exclaimed in agitation to the men setting up the decoration around the venue. "It's meant to go there! There! Jesus Christ,""What about this, ma'am?" One of the men asked, holding a large vase of flowers before him."On either side of the altar," She instructed
Serafina scrubbed at her arms with trembling fingers, whimpering when the blood wouldn't get off and the stench embraced her mind, her tears blurring her vision. Her heart thundered against her ribcage, feeling as if though it would jump out of her chest and forcing her breaths to come in short pants. Heat enveloped her body, but her hand and feet were ice cold. Suddenly her throat tightened as she gasped for breath, clutching at her neck to pry off the non-existent hold and her mouth ran dry.The washroom began to spin around her as her stomach clenched in fear at seeing her white dress turning into a murky crimson-brown and her m
Serafina was scared to turn in bed and find Paolo lying beside her, and due to that constant fear, her body couldn't keep down her food. But she knew she had to eat something, she just couldn’t get it past her throat. Nowadays she didn't want to do anything other than sleep and even she knew that it wasn't healthy.Alessio had been trying to get her to ear, and in her mind, she always explained why she couldn't, but his response always made him realize she hadn't spoken aloud.