The Perfect Lie

03

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Shopping. One of my favourite things to do to pass the time. Actually, it's one of the only things I can do to pass the time.

One of the very few things that my brothers allow me to do, anyway.

Still, at least I have nice clothes. There's probably  enough in my closet for me to be able to wear a different outfit every day for the rest of my life.

My walk-in-closet could really do with an extension now that I think about it. Maybe I'll speak to Renzo about it when I get back. He has more than enough bedrooms in this house, so perhaps he could just let me use one of them as extra storage space.

After all, if he wants me to keep behaving and following his rules then he has to agree to disagree with me sometimes. This is might have to be one of those occasions.

"How about this one?" Amalia asks as she points to a sparkly dress, stealing me from my thoughts.

I shrug a shoulder at it, liking the dress but not enough for a Silas Diamandis' birthday party. I need to look hot. Like Princess Grace of Monaco hot. I want everyone's heads to turn at my presence and their beady eyes to follow.

Well.. Nico's eyes to follow.

No. Snap out of it, Sofia.

I'm not allowing this to be a repeat of the last time I was promised attendance to an event, only for me to be told I can't go on the day it was happening. Renzo really hurt me that day. I was so excited that for the first time ever I could finally be apart of my family in another environment other than the house. That I could meet people and speak to people.

Lula was going to be there too, so I was even more excited. We went out and bought dresses together and for the first time in a long time, I had something to look forward to. Only for it to then be taken from me at the last minute.

Apparently Leandro had spoken to Renzo about him not being happy that I was allowed to attend. It appeared his words clearly struck a nerve with Renzo too because a short while later, he came to my room and told me I was no longer going.

It sucked and I sulked for days afterwards. Although, I'd heard about what had happened that night. The shooting, and that Lula had got hit in the process of saving my brothers ass.

She's better than me. I would've just let it hit him out of spite.

"This one?" Amalia asks and I snap out of my thoughts again, shaking my head.

"Not feeling it." I tell her and she purses her lips and looks back at the dress, nodding her head in mutual agreement.

"What are you looking for?" She asks. "What kind of style?"

I glance over at Matteo and Domenico who were forced to escort us here, the two of them looking as though they'd rather be anywhere else. An amused smile plays on my lips at the thought as I look back at Amalia.

"Backless." I tell her.

"Uh, Boss won't like that." Matteo says as he clears his throat.