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We finally get back to the house, I still haven't told Enzo about my mom, or what they said about my mom and I plan to kill Giovanni and Enzo agreed to invite his sister, and she's coming. Today. I haven't talked to anyone, besides Enzo, my thoughts are running raged and I'm drowning in them.
"Elora, have you eaten?" Enzo asks, it's all he asks now. "I haven't, I will eat when your sister gets here, I'm going to talk to Silas, see you," I say while walking towards the elevator, this house is huge. I knock on Silas's door before slowly opening it, him and Alejandra on top of him. "Oh- sorry." I shut the door, "Elora come in." He screams, I slowly open it again and Alejandra is in the bathroom.
"So that's a thing?" I ask while sitting next to him on his bed, "I- maybe." "I came here to talk to you, but you can't tell Lorenzo." I say while looking at him, "I won't." "Okay so when we were mass murdering those Russians, one of them said a thing." I say as I begin re-living the moment, "said what?" "My mother was alive, and I should talk to Giovanni because he knows where she is." I blurt out, "your mother?"
Someone knocks don't the door, "Enter." Silas said, Diego comes in, "Mr. Romano told me to tell you that his sister is here." I reply with a nod, "talk later, and tell Alejandra not to be afraid of me." I say before skipping out of the room and downstairs.
"You just abandoned me, and mom, you don't care!" I hear Enzo scream in Italian, I hide behind a corner. "I didn't abandon anyone, I did what I needed to survive, sorry if it wasn't what you wanted but I would've rather lived my life than your Ro because no one will ever sit around a table telling story's about a man who could love." She says in Italian.
My blood begins boiling and I reveal myself, she and Lorenzo's eyes fall on me. "Hey, I'm Lorenzo's wife, your Carina I presume, I would sit around a table story's about him, because despite all that he has lost, all the pain, grief, and just terrible things that have happened he is still here, and he's strong, he deserves the world and he's your brother, your his family you should be there for him more than anyone in the world, if you can't do that or simply don't want to then you are welcome to leave," I also say in Italian.
She begins walking closer to me and I'd be lying if I said drops of sweat weren't dribbling down my forehead. She holds her hand out, "Carina, and you?" She spoke English with a heavy accent, "Elora, the woman who loves your brother." I greet before shaking her hand. "She speaks Italian, wonderful."
Katarina appears out of the shadows, "Carina?" She asks while running up to her, "Katarina." Carina sequels before they run up and hug each other. I find my way to Enzo's side, "Im competing with the ex, great." I exhale. "You're not competing with anyone." "Well, your sister loves Katarina and will probably hate me," I assure him. "Let's eat, please." He says loudly enough for Carina and Katarina to let each other go.
"May I join?" Katarina asks, "this is a family matter, Katarina." Enzo says before wrapping his arm around my waist as we make our way to the kitchen. "You could've let her come and help the cook cook," I demand as I see the cook dripping with sweat. "No, the cook is meant to cook."
