Marietta
Our haste footsteps on the granite floor leading to the open garage where multiple cars were parked echoed in the night. Scaring birds who nested above the trees that lined the path.
Natasha and Clarrisa entered another Bugatti model. It was silver-plated and gleamed against the dim moonlight. Mrs Natasha went to the driver's side. Clarrisa wasn't in the position to drive herself or her mother to the hospital.
Since I wasn't exactly a Romano, according to Clarissa and her mother, an illegitimate daughter, I wasn't to join them.
I was okay with Micheal driving me there as I was needed for the urgent blood transfusion Mr Galen required. I sincerely abhorred conflicts with them, and I would have preferred it if I wasn't part of this family.
Mother was so sure this was the be
