Elena Conti sat down staring at the television screen holding the glass of brandy tightly in her right hand. She brought the cigarette to her lips and took a puff and blew out the smoke. She had quit smoking ages ago, but tonight she couldn’t help but to go back to that bad habit to drown her sorrows. She sat there staring at the paused image of her daughter with her arm around the son of Lorenzo Costa Lastra. She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. All of those times their one and only daughter had been keeping this big secret from them and that made her so disappointed in her only child. There she was on the national television channel holding on to the son of the woman she hated so much. The woman who took the man whom she is head over heels in love with until this very day. She mu
