LOGINNothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.
View MoreMONTHS LATERCASTELL DE SANT MARÇAL, BARCELONA The bridal suite smells like fresh flowers and something sweet~maybe the tuberose tucked into the corners or maybe the pan dulce Dona Alba brought with her from Buenos Aires.Cristian’s mother stands near the mirror, fussing over the lace hem of my veil like it is her own daughter’s wedding. My mother watches from the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, teary-eyed but trying to act like she’s holding it together.“Mi amor,” Dona Alba says softly, smoothing the sleeve of my gown, “in our tradition, the mother of the groom gives la novia un símbolo de bendición. A blessing. Something that carries the heart of the family.”She reaches into a velvet pouch and takes out a thin gold rosary, the beads cool and perfect between her fingers. “This belonged to Cristian’s grandmother. And I want to give it to you today.”I take it slowly, both hands open. “Gracias, Dona Alba. It’s beautiful.”“It’s old,” she smiles. “But the kind of old that still ca
We’re seated in Versailles, in Little Havana, having the same thing we always used to order back when we were a group of six, now we are three. The silence with us feels heavy, yet usual. I know the memories are affecting them in the same way. The laughter from that corner booth, the arguments about who gets the last croqueta, the way Bethany used to always ask for extra limes even though she never finished her drink.Jenna drops a piece of crispy yuca back onto her plate with more force than necessary. “You know what? Fuck it. Fiona, why the fuck are we really here?”I smile and rest my hand on her shoulder. “Because I want this to be our new beginning. I want us to come back to the places we used to go together and make fresh memories. Ones that don’t hurt when we think about them.”Dawn lets out a soft laugh, but her eyes are sad. “I’m not gonna lie... I don’t have closure on a lot of things. Sometimes I think about the three of us driving up to the penitentiary, walking straight
“Bravooo, hijueee!” Fiona shouts, clapping as the camera zooms in on Edward’s face.Jenna is blowing a whistle with her mouth, practically bouncing on the couch.We are all at my seven-bedroom residence on Bay Road. Everything around us is spotless but still feels lived in—comfortable without being cold. I like that about this place. It has space to breathe. Space to hold the people I care about.Earlier this morning, I could have sworn I saw Alessandro coming out of Dawn’s room. I was heading down to the gym and caught movement at the end of the hallway. He walked out quietly, shirt in hand, hair a mess. But with those two, it’s always impossible to tell. One minute they act normal, the next Dawn is unleashing something close to dragon fire because he asked her to pass the salt.I had extended the invitation for Jenna and Dawn to sleep over, and I’m glad they accepted. This is my new definition of family. The one I chose. The one that feels right. If only those two women and those tw
“Yes, Ma, I’m fine. I’ll come visit soon, okay? I promise.”“No, I’m staying at Dawn’s.”“I don’t know... after I let Edward come over, something shifted. I could not stay there anymore. It felt heavy. Everything in that space turned sour at once. The memories. The girls. Him. It all feels like a mentira now.”“Yes. His mother actually called me to apologise for her son’s behaviour. They are in shock.”“Yes, I know. I will sell it. I already started looking into the process.”“No, I have not decided where I will go yet. I promise to let you know.”“I love you too, Mami.”My body feels drained, but my mind keeps begging for a drink. A strong one. Behind me, Dawn laughs. “I did not even hear what your mom said, but your responses told me everything.”I reach for the tequila. Pour. Sip. Breathe.“How do you feel?” she asks, her voice softer now.I let the glass rest in my hand for a second. “Good. I actually feel good. Like I can finally breathe.”I pause again. The edge of the glass bru












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