Mateo.
Dining room of Moretti Mansion.
“Oh, the wedding dress is gorgeous. I had the final fitting earlier today. I can’t wait for you all to see me in it. Scratch that, I wish the day could come soon enough.” Lisa, my younger sister, spoke in a dreamy tone.
I signaled to the maid, who quickly but quietly rushed over to my side and refilled my glass with some red wine.
“You’ve not said anything.” Mother’s stern voice greeted me after helping myself with a couple of sips.
“Congratulations!” I mumbled as I gently placed my glass, which still had a little bit of alcohol in it, on the table. I could feel her eyes boring holes into my skin as I was seated directly beside her.
“To whom?”
“The bride and everyone else involved.”
Everyone’s attention on the table was
