Chapter Thirty two
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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I walk around my room anxiously, holding my phone close next to my chest. I'm not sure if this is any better idea. But I have played the good daughter for years, yet I turned out to be a tainted scar to the family who is not allowed outside because I'm the walking joke.
And am I going to keep quiet?
No
Why should I?
Everybody used to adore me, respect me. But now all I see is disgust in their eyes, like I don't belong here anymore. I mean, the world is that way.
It doesn't matter whether a glass falls on a stone or a stone is thrown in the direction of the mirror because it's always the mirror's fault as it's the one that gets trashed. Similar to how it is the girl's fault every single f*****g time.
And how dare Lucifer tell me,
