Our wedding

Lyana

I need to hold my breath to keep my legs firm when I feel the warm touch of the satin fabric, still not quite understanding this feeling of disappointment after his words.

I’m guided towards his car, before Dad gets in the way I open a smile that calms him down, and we talk about it. The conditions of what I need to live to achieve revenge against my mother’s death.

On the one hand, I admit to being a little grateful for being a familiar face, but at the same time, I am lost amid these contradictions. Yurich makes sure to open the car door dismissing the driver who just accepts the order, his brother behind us carries a ladino smile when making a call, I imagine he will request the car itself.

Oh my good God let even within this madness we live as two "normal" people

I get into the car after the little prayer without losing the sparkle in his eyes, put on the seat belt, and grab the small bag as if it were my true salvation. Soon I will return to that dark mansion, I shudder w