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“That’s pretty much all I’m allowed to say about her, Miss Aria.” Aria leaned forward, shifting to the edge of her seat at the wooden table. Her curiosity pushed her even further, the same one that almost got her head blown off by Domenico. Sister Maria’s shoulder stiffened, and she shook her head slowly. “Non posso dire piu di quanto vogliono I fratello.” (I cannot say more than what the brothers want me to say) She said, despite knowing that Aria couldn’t understand Italian. “I could get my tongue cut out.” She muttered.

Sicily moved back and gave Drake an apologetic expression. "I'm just teasing." She moved toward Drake and extended her hand. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Sicily's little sister, Maria." She laughed and glanced back at Sicily before turning her attention back to Drake. "Well, I used to be littler until you got her in the gym." Drake chuckled. "She got herself in the gym. I loved her just like she was, and honestly prefer a little more meat on her bones. Can you help me out with that this Christmas? Got anything she can eat?"

Martha's face turned pale the moment the surveillance footage began playing. Gasps rippled through the hall. People clamped their hands over their mouths, their eyes widening in horror as they turned to look at Martha. Bosco's laughter vanished and his expression hardened into something emotionless and unyielding as he stared at Martha. "Tell me, how does a dead woman injure you so severely that you've struggled to conceive for years?" Tears streamed down Mom's face. She turned to Martha, eyes filled with terror, as if staring at a monster. "H-How could you do this to your sister?"

Caterina asked teasingly. “F**k she is so sexy.” Maria responded and Caterina laughed taking another gulp from her cup. “My sister isn’t bi or gay. She is straight.” Caterina informed and Maria smiled looking at her. “It doesn’t matter. I’d try to shoot my shot, it’s better than assuming.” Maria made known and Caterina threw her hands in the air. “I wish you good luck!” Caterina responded and started dancing and jumping again. Martina after dancing for a while, walked to the bartender to get another cup. She was full of excitement and she didn’t want that to die down.

Broadway Heights is back to normalcy by Monday morning, the hallway is crowded with different groups mingling with themselves. I laugh at something Maria says, she gives me a look. “What? It’s true.” “It’s not,” I reply, trying to keep the flatness out of my voice. Her dramatic gasp amuses me, she grips my shoulder. I don’t allow her intense look deter me. “You cannot walk on fire without getting burned.” “You know nothing, my dear,” she retorts.

started Marcus when Maria stormed into the laundry room and was startled to see Marcus. “Marcus, your brother is looking for you. What are you doing here? Go,” said Maria, turning her attention to Cara. “You still haven’t finished the work, Cara?” she asked, looking displeased. Marcus sighed and walked out of the laundry room to see what Lucas wanted now. The moment he left, Maria looked at her. “Stay away from Marcus, Cara. He plays with women and leaves them without giving them a single glance. You have the responsibility of your siblings. Don’t fall into his trap,” warned Maria.

Asmo's voice was soft yet filled with genuine warmth. Maria, taken aback by the sudden proposal, looked towards Sister Cassandra, the strict nun who oversaw the orphanage. "Sister Cassandra, do you approve?" Maria's voice trembled slightly with uncertainty. To Maria's surprise, Sister Cassandra, known for her unwavering principles, gave her approval with one condition - that she, along with the children, would accompany them on their date. With a nod of agreement, Maria accepted Asmo's invitation, her heart racing with excitement and disbelief.

"You... you're going to kill her? She’s my sister, Vincenzo!" I turned to her, my smile cold and sharp. "She’s not your sister, Maria. She’s the person who took your child’s life by existing. She’s the person who stole your husband’s heart. Do you want her back in that house? Do you want her sitting across from you at dinner, pregnant with the baby you couldn't have?" Maria’s face hardened. The grief vanished, replaced by a dark, shimmering resolve. She looked at the monitors, at the red lines of the dying stock, and then back at me.

"Don't waste your breath, son. My decision is final and I am very sure this will work well. So you two should decide who moves in with the other." "What about my roommates? They just can't leave..." "Nicholas has a whole room to himself so you should be the one doing the moving tonight...unfailingly." The Principal pushed on. Nicholas leaned over, putting his arm on Saint's shoulder and saying out loud dramatically, "Like the holy book says, the man shall move in with the woman and they shall become one." Saint's face reddened in anger. He removed Nicholas' arm with utmost disgust, "Get your filthy hand off me."

"How? How will I play the unknown?" Maria leaned forward, the shadows of the passing streetlights dancing across her cold face. "Will you be willing enough to play Antonio's lover for the sake of getting your daughter back?”