Mariana's Pov
I am in Italy.
I am in Italy.
I’ve never felt better. After living in that hell of a marriage for three months, enduring a psychopath as my husband, I can finally breathe a little better.
My convoy of tinted black cars drives in a straight line, lined up as they slowly file through the gates of my father’s estate.
My chin trembles as we drive by the familiar manors and gardens. And when I sight my brother, mother, best friend, and father from afar as they pace impatiently in front of my parent’s home, I feel my heart racing with reckless abandon.
This is my family.
The car comes to a slow halt and I jump down, running towards my brother, my soulmate. He meets me halfway and wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground and twirling me around.
The atmosphere fill
