A protective Hades

Soft jazz music hummed on the radio sitting in the kitchen corner. It was a familiar song Nonna hummed when she cooked, syncing with the singer on the radio. Although she couldn't catch up, she still kept singing, abashed.

Taking slow strides, Lily ascended the stairs and walked right into the kitchen for a bottle of cold water from the fridge. Her hair rumpled like a crow's nest and purple circles were clear under her half-awake eyes.

"You look like shit." Rosalina greeted, leaning against the kitchen door, her baby-pink-tinted lips curved into a mean smile.

"I couldn't sleep." Lily groaned, her voice raspy.

It's been a week since Marco Salvadori's murder took place in their house.

Ever since then, nightmares and flashbacks plagued her sleep. Her brain was fatigued, creating all possible worst-case scenarios she will face after this marriage. Luckily, the wedding was postponed, giving her time to get back to her normal self again.

Nonno was right. He was always right.

Vincenzo Salvad