After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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Okay, so I've been here for four days.
In those past two days after the little moment Rivo, Santo and I shared... Things have been a bit odd.
It was awkward at first, but then everything got back to normal with a few changes.
One- Rivo and I started to fight more. It's harmless, but he keeps on finding different ways to get under my skin.
He is the most irritating, infuriating and frustrating man I've ever met. It's like his favorite hobby is to make me want to punch him.
A loud bang almost got me falling off my bed. I turned my head around quickly, and the sight made me breathe out angrily.
Speaking of the devil.
"What do you want?" I asked harshly, not taking my eyes off Rivo.
He stood by my now opened door, looking around casually. I still had clothes all over the floor. Bags of chips were placed in every corner, because what if I'll have a sudden mental breakdown, and empty glasses on my desk.
I know, I need to be responsible and all that, but I'm used to have Ares by my side. This dude is the biggest cleaning freak you'll ever meet, not a single crumb goes under his radar.
"Your room looks like shit." Rivo snorted.
I grumbled and stuffed my face inside my pillow. "So do you, but you don't see me breaking into your room to tell you that."
When he didn't respond for a few moments, I assumed he just left devastated by my comment.
But then I heard crunching noises.
My head snapped towards the source, And I swear-- Rivo stood by one of my bookshelves, eating peacefully one of my bags of chips.
"No!" I yelled, throwing my pillow at him as hard as I can. Of course, the son of a bitch managed to step out of the way, jogging happily to the door with a smirk. But that soon turned into a disgusted scoff.
"It's not even that tasty, what flavor is that?" he groaned, raising the bag to his face.
"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes, shock evident on my face. He steals my food and disrespects it?
Just as I was about to react, Santo popped out of nowhere. He was wearing only shorts and his hair was soaking wet.
"Nice, sour cream and onion. My favorite." he grinned and snatched the bag out of Rivo's hand, giving me a nod as he does so.
Which leads me to the second change.
When I first got here, Santo and I were civil. No talking, no fighting. I realized that's his personality. He's quiet and analyzes your every move from afar.
