"Your birthday's around the corner. What do you want?" Marcella asks while having breakfast with Mariella. She's turning twelve and she can't think of the gift."Just a simple celebration, mamma." She responds since Mirabella will celebrate too and it will probably be grand because she's the heir."Sure, whatever you want." Marcella smiles at her daughter before finishing her meal and leaves Mariella to take care of.Mariella always wonders if her mother doesn't get tired of taking care of the two of them."I'm gone for a week to do business stuff." Leo suddenly appears in front of her and speaks. She just got outside the campus after a long tiring day.Mariella just raises her eyebrow, looking at him who is waiting for her response, while her arms are crossed on her chest."You might think I ditch you—""I don't have to know your whereabouts.""You might miss me, you know?""As if." She slightly scoffs and starts walking but Leo follows her."Wanna have some Cannoli?""No thanks.""C
“Run.” “Ah!” —“Ahhh!” “Señorita! Señorita!” Two of the servants immediately ran when they heard Mariella’s scream. “Mamma! Where’s mamma?” She’s out of control. “Let me go! I don’t need you! Where’s mamma?!” “Señorita, calm down! Señorita!” “I said, let me go!” Mariella snatches the bread knife on the tray beside her and sways it into the air. Out of fear, the servants step backward while shockingly looking at Mariella. They gulp and beads of cold sweat form on their foreheads. “Get out!” They almost stumble to rush outside the room. Mariella’s fuming mad and throws the knife and it jabs into the wooden frame of a large portrait inside that room. Her eyebrows furrow when she stares at the portrait in front of her. It confuses her, is it she or her twin sister Mirabella? Her eyes look around and the room is very unfamiliar. She sets her feet on the carpeted floor and begins to walk but she falls on the ground when she feels her knees weaken. Mariella’s sight doubles so she sh
“Mamma…” Mariella touches Marcella’s gravestone. Tears keep running down her cheeks and she doesn’t bother to wipe it. She is left alone with her uncle in the cemetery since the rain starts pouring so hard as if the sky feels her sorrow, and wants to join Mariella’s grieving heart.“Let’s go,” Marcello said while holding a black umbrella to cover Mariella who was kneeling on the mud. He ignores the fact that he starts getting soaked. “Get up. You’ll get sick.” He pulls her and with lifeless eyes, Mariella just stares at the gravestone. She lets her uncle pull her away until they get inside the car.Silently, she watches the rain sliding through the car’s glass window. Due to the heavy rain, the surroundings got kind of foggy. Marcello doesn’t utter a word while driving. He knew his niece. She needs quiet time to think. She just lost her mother.“Let me live with you, uncle.” She said while still looking outside, silently hoping that her beloved uncle would agree to her wish.“Sorry, k
“Whoa…” Amusement dances in Marcello’s eyes while scanning his niece from head to toe. Mariella’s just wearing a simple knee-length peachy dress, bought by her mother a month before her death. “You look stunning tonight.”“Uh… Thanks.” It feels like she was complimented by Marcella because for the record, Marcello looks like a boy version of her mother.“Let’s go?” Mariella nods and follows her uncle to the back gate where his car is parked. “Hope you like what I’ve chosen for you. Not good at picking perfect restos.” He laughs at his own thoughts. “Just doing this for the sake of your mother’s wish, ugh… didn’t know it’s her last though.” Marcello gives Mariella a quick glance before turning his sight on the road. She’s not talking and just looking somewhere, nowhere but she’s listening.“Wishing her to be here.” She whispers but enough for Marcello to hear her.“Not good at comforting but… yah know, at least… she’s still in your heart, right? Don’t miss her too much, kid. It will
"Mariella!""Mirabella, what on earth are you doing here?" It surprises her to see her twin sister tied in the basement. No one's around so she easily gets inside the room."Your husband! He... He will kill me. Please... Help me!""W-What? He'll never do it. He has principles. He will never hurt women or children." She knows her husband, his principles were proven and tested."Have you already forgotten what he had done to our mother? He killed her! He killed her in front of you!" Fear... the expression shows on Mariella's face. "Untie me! Faster!"With trembling hands, and with fear that Leo, her husband, will kill her sister like he did to her mom, she immediately unties the rope around Mirabella’s wrists and makes her free."What the fuck are you doing here?" Leo's baritone voice echoes inside the room that makes shivers down her spine. Mariella hides her sister on her back and fiercely faces her husband."I am the one who should ask! Why is my sister here? What has she done for yo
"I'm excited!" Marcella gently touches her belly. "Oh! The baby kicked. Feel it." She holds her husband's hand and puts it on her belly. His face brightens as he feels that the baby kicked again."I'm happy to see you happy." He smiles and kisses Marcella's palm. "Thank you for enduring everything, mia amata.""I'm really excited to know our baby's gender." Enrico carefully guides his wife to go downstairs. Her pregnancy is quite sensitive so he gives her extra care and attention especially that she is carrying his heir."I hope it's a girl." The curve on her lips is constant and her eyes are twinkling as she imagines herself carrying her little one."I want a boy." Enrico utters unconsciously that makes Marcella stop."But I want a girl." Her eyes become teary and emotional."Don't... Don't cry, mia amata." He is used to her sudden changes of emotion since she conceived their first child. "I would gladly accept our little one no matter what gender he or she is.""Really?""Yes. Shh."
Five years later..."Mariella? Mariella?" Marcella just enters a small villa, meters away from the mansion. "Where are you, piccolina?""Mamma!" A little one behind hugs Marcella's legs."Piccolina!" Marcella lifts her four-year-old daughter who is giggling. They faces each other and lightly hit their noses."Good morning, mamma!""Good morning! How's your sleep, hm?" Marcella sweetly asks her daughter who is still wearing her pajamas."I'm good. I dreamed about fireflies, mamma!" Her little eyes are twinkling while talking about her favorite. "They're so beautiful, and I want to see many, many fireflies!""Aw... There are no fireflies here, piccolina." Marcella lightly pinches her daughter’s cheek."Hm..." The little one's face saddens. "I will find one."Marcella just smiles and looks at the servant who has just arrived to serve breakfast."Let's eat.""Okay!" Mariella goes down and runs toward the dining table where the food is served."Mamma, when will I see, pàpa? Can't he visit
Everything’s not okay in the first place. Mariella turns her back to them and just walks away as if nothing happened.“I’ll accompany her—”“Don’t Elmo. Just let her.” Enrico said before turning his back too.“But…”“Elmo.”“Yes, uncle.” Elmo sighs in defeat while watching Mariella go. He can’t understand but the first time he saw Mariella, there’s a strange feeling inside him. He wants to know her.Marcella wants to watch her daughter until she reaches the borders but her husband calls immediately. She can’t disobey him or else they will argue again. Mariella, on the other hand, looks back when she steps outside the borders.Little Mirabella is looking at Mariella while her arms are wrapped around her father’s neck. It is their first encounter, Mirabella’s shocked and confused because of her young age. ‘I don’t like her.’ Words pop in Mirabella’s mind before looking away and tightens her grip on Enrico.+++“You promised that she will never step inside the borders no matter what!”