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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"I hate it. I hate it so much." I muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at Alessandro. He chuckled and left the bar stool, an empty mug of coffee in his hand.
"Come on," He ruffled my hair on his way to the sink. "I think you look cute."
After swatting his hand away with a scoff, I glanced down at the uniforms I'm wearing.
After the worst week of my life, the long-awaited day has finally arrived.
It's the first day of school. Yay.
I haven't been to school since I was thirteen, so in order to be great juniors Alessandro decided to send me, Theo and Ares to the best tutors there are.
I never wished to be dead more than I did this week.
We studied math from morning to night, trying to at least know the basics so we wouldn't get kicked out of school.
I want to get kicked out of school.
Not only that I had to learn about triangles and other shit I'll never use, I had to put on the damn uniforms.
I'm wearing a white button down shirt and a green plaid skirt that barely reaches the middle of my thighs.
And if that's not enough, I have to put on a tie. A fucking green tie.
"I look like every rich, preppy girl there is." I grumbled, pushing down the skirt. "I'd punch me if I saw me walking down the street."
"I'd punch you too." A grouchy voice came from behind me.
Rivo stumbled into the kitchen, looking like absolute shit. He wears the same clothings as me, except for the skirt that has been replaced with black pants.
"At least try to make yourself presentable." Alessandro sighed and gave him a pointed look.
"I'll end up in detention anyway." He mumbled, but still pushed the shirt inside his pants.
Rivo made his way to one of the bar stools. On his way, he took in my appearance with a slight scoff.
"If someone hits on you, I'm breaking their bones."
I rolled my eyes and sat next to him. "I'm capable of breaking bones on my own, thank you." I reached out to grab an apple. "Where's Santo?"
"I'm here."
I snapped my head towards the living room. Santo is sitting casually on the sofa, a book in his hands.
"Since when are you here?" I widened my eyes. He's wearing the same uniforms as Rivo, but he actually looks nice.
"Since your first threat to burn your clothes." he raised his head from the book, giving me an amused smile.
