AnatoliIt shouldn't have taken a near-death experience to bring Masha out of her room, but that did the trick. Since she was ambushed in the ballroom while she played piano, that night I rushed up to block her and keep her safe, she'd rebelled against me.Being targeted so directly was the trigger to her lashing out and condemning me for being such a horrible person, a terrible father, to warrant her life being endangered like that."Welcome to the real world, Sis," Gunsyn muttered next to me as Masha shouted and cursed me out—again."This isn't my world," she spat, glaring at him. Like this, fiery and pissed off, she proved that she was indeed my child. My flesh and blood. Strong, passionate, and unafraid to speak her mind. She was an Marcelli, all right.It just would've been nice for her to balance it out, half the time as a pouty, moody, teenage brat who'd give the illusion of peace and calm with her silent treatments as a protest to living here. Then half the time acting like a
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