Rafael Moretti
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Christmas morning was odd.
The youngest Vale was seventeen yet there were presents under the Christmas tree in the morning.
At the Moretti household, you stopped receiving presents as soon as you turned eleven. Even before then, presents were never under the tree. They were just handed to you at the end of the night and it was always something expensive and random. I hated it, which is why I made it necessary to get my siblings well-thought-out presents as soon as I began earning.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t spend Christmas together this time.
As I watched Serena walk down the stairs in a horrendous Christmas sweater, I felt oddly satisfied. Everyone had one except Nikolai and me but that was because her mother didn’t know we were coming until like two days ago. She
