The Don’s Real Daughter
I sat beside Mamma, my fingers nervously gripping the edge of my dress, feeling everyone’s eyes shifting between Bianca and me.
Mamma gently patted the back of my hand before standing up.
Today, she wore a dark red velvet gown, her hair pinned neatly behind her head. The moment her gaze swept across the hall, everyone unconsciously fell silent.
“Everyone here should understand one thing. I only have one daughter, and that is Alessia.”
The color completely drained from Bianca’s face.
Suddenly, she turned toward me and screamed, “It was you! Alessia, you must’ve said terrible things about me to your mom! That’s why she hates me now!
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