•Andrea•
"Andrea!" My Aunt called out.
I walked past her to my study. She followed.
"Andrea, I said we need to talk!''
I dismissed my housecleaner and walked over to my desk. "There is nothing to talk about, Aunt Leslie."
"A public declaration? Rosalie's death? A grave? Andrea, we never talked about any of this."
"There was no need for you to know. You'd only try to stop me anyways. But just so you know, it's already been prepared. So there's no need for you trying to talk me out of it because you'd only be wasting your time." I said as I took my seat and crossed my legs.
"So that's it? You've finally murdered your old self? You've finally murdered Rosalie Cruz?!"
"I didn't. Riccardo did. And why should I care? No one did truly care about her. She should have died a long time ago.
