Equally Ungrateful: Like Father, Like Daughter
I attend Don Vittorio Moretti's celebration banquet in a white evening gown that once belonged to his late wife.
But his seven-year-old daughter, Sofia Moretti, shoves me into the sea.
As I plunge into the water, my ankle gets slashed by a jagged iron piling.
The scent of blood instantly draws a frenzy of sharks.
Above me, Sofia stands on the dock, clapping and laughing. The cruelty in her eyes is identical to the way Vittorio looks at me.
Sofia points at me and screams, "Do you really think wearing my Mamma's dress makes you worthy of becoming the Donna of the Moretti family?
"You're nothing but my Papa's mistress. If I tell him to throw you out, he'll do it."
I thrash against the fr