Chapter 28 (Aliyana)


    My father spared no expense for my sister’s wedding which spoke volumes in itself. But Papa’s silence


    and choice to cut me out of most of the celebration due to my altercation with Marco even after Deno


    insisted against it, is a hard pill to just swallow. He once told me to let bygones be bygones, so why


    can’t he do the same for me.


    My Papa has no idea, his decision is the course of my silent despair. I am hurting something bad inside


    and I have no one to really talk to because the person who is hurting me is the only one, I have.


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    Marco didn’t even look at me since that evening and I have seen him 5 times, I counted. Deno is stuck


    between a hard and soft ce. He betrayed my trust when he offered me help but went straight to the


    ce, he wanted me to take Mero. It hurt, knowing that he couldn’t be trusted. Deno isn’t the friend I


    thought.


    I make my way up the stairs, d Papa decided to use ria’s new house and not mine. The tiles are


    pearlescent all through the bottom of the house, the upstairs including the staircase is fitted with grey


    carpets that cost my Papa close to 40k to have it ready for today. ria has really changed everything


    she could in the house and even though it isn’t my style, I have to say the ce looks stunning.


    “Guilia, Deno is here,e down,” My father’s voice sails from the bottom of the house and I hear the


    sound of the guests as they p and talk.


    Kids y outside and again if you were an outsider you would think that this is just another normal


    family.


    There is nothing normal about us.


    When I get upstairs, greeting the women hanging around the stairs, I go to my sister’s room. She is


    looking stunning in a Tibetan jasmine white and gold-trimmed dress that shows off her long legs and


    slim figure. Her make-up is wless and she outdid herself with her hair that is curled, falling down her


    back.


    The hairstylist is standing behind her, and I recognize the girl from my eco ss. A ceremony this big is


    private, which means she is either a Made-Man''s daughter or she is a soldier one. I’m going with the


    latter since she doesn’t look like an Italian. But neither do I.


    “Hey, Serena. What are you doing there?”


    “Looking at Guilia, Papa said Guilia is not going to stay with me anymore.” I put my phone on the stand


    next to Serena and touch her ringlets.


    “Maybe not, but she will visit you often, and we can tell Papa to let you stay here on weekends.”


    “Seriously?”


    “Yes, of course.” I hold my small sister and an ache in my chest expand that one day she soon will be


    getting married and I will regret not having too many of these moments.


    “You look very pretty Liya.” I am wearing a lc three-quarter dress like my smaller sister Serena, only


    hers has flowers.