VIOLET
A whole two days went by with Luciano treating me no different from a plague.
We spent the whole time in the house together, living like we were no different to strangers. Not even a single word was uttered from him to me and vice versa.
Left with no choice, I mirrored his actions and stayed away from him. Though it hurt like hell, I remained locked up in my room only stepping out for my meals and crying myself to sleep every single night.
It hurt to think I had blindly trusted him and let him in. Only for him to give me more than enough reasons to believe he indeed no different from his father.
Now, a sunny afternoon, two days later, Alvaro was finally returning with his daughters.
I was dolled up in anticipation of his arrival. Not because I wanted to anyways but because Luc
