𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂

𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁; 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻

The body lay lifeless in front of me.

Irises the colour of molten lava stared into my soul, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut. Coils of brunette hair smudged with the dark rouge of her lipstick.
Caterina De Luca. 

I was sorry that she had to meet such an unfortunate end, after all, she was the mother of the woman I loved.

However, it was the only way I could make sure she never told Rosie anything.

Dramatic irony had always been a favourite of mine.

Caterina was the very reason she herself was dead.

If only she hadn't called off the betrothal, this whole fiasco could have been avoided.

The body sunk to the bottom of the river.

Now, there was just the other problem to deal with.
Mendoza.

He wouldn't give me Rosa, but that didn't mean I couldn't take her.

And if that plan fell through, there was always plan B.

If I couldn't have her, nobody could.

𑁍❣︎𑁍

Another entry so soon?
I know how incredibly unlike me.

I was up till 3am spell checking all of my books whilst vibing to my questionable Spotify playlists.

This hardly counts as a chapter, it could be better describes as a filler, a description of the murder.

Enjoy!

sending love,
m<3