In the heart of a modern city, two rival families hold the power. Valentina, a fiercely loyal daughter, and Matteo, a cunning and determined son, find themselves on opposite sides of a dangerous feud. But when their paths unexpectedly intertwine, th...
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I woke up to the annoying rays of sunlight piercing through my bedroom window, a reminder that today was the last day of school before summer break. Stretching my limbs, I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
Today was going to be a disaster, but at least it would be a short one.
With a determined huff, I slipped out of bed and padded across the room to my bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, scowling at my reflection. I examined every inch of my complexion, noting any imperfections that dared to mar my skin.
Reaching for my gentle cleanser, I massaged it into my face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night's sleep. The cool water splashed against my skin, making me feel slightly more awake, but the annoyance lingered.
Next came the toothbrush. I squeezed out a dollop of minty toothpaste, the familiar taste a poor substitute for actual enthusiasm. With aggressive strokes, I scrubbed at my teeth, banishing the morning breath that threatened to linger.
After surviving my skincare routine, I returned to my room to pick out my uniform. This wasn't just any uniform; it was my armor. I slipped into the crisp, navy blue blazer, buttoning it up and adjusting the collar with a haughty smirk. It felt rough against my skin, a constant reminder of the stress and bullshit waiting for me at school.
Time to put on makeup. I sat at my vanity, surrounded by a battlefield of cosmetics. I started with a light layer of foundation, blending it in until my skin looked flawless. I brushed on some blush, adding a hint of color, but let's be real—I was already a walking shade of irritation.
Moving to my eyes, I scoured my eyeshadow palette and picked a neutral shade. I swept it across my lids like I was painting the Mona Lisa—if she were a tired teenager facing another day of mind-numbing classes.
A quick flick of eyeliner and a coat of mascara later, and I was finally ready to face the world.
As I admired my reflection, I felt a swell of confidence—well, as much as one could muster before a day full of pretentious classmates and their stupid drama.
I bounded down the stairs, but the moment I heard my parents whispering in the kitchen, I stopped short. Their hushed voices were laced with a mix of concern and intrigue, and my curiosity piqued. What were they talking about now? Probably their mafia bullshit, as if I'm too weak to handle it.
With each step, their whispers grew louder, and I caught snippets that sent a shiver down my spine. "Matteo Petrova," they murmured, and the name hung in the air like a storm cloud.
Matteo Petrova?
Who the hell was he?
Why were my parents acting all secretive? They thought they could keep me in the dark forever, but that wasn't happening today. Not on my watch.
My frustration boiled over, and I burst into the kitchen. "What are you two whispering about?" I demanded, my voice sharp and accusatory.
My parents exchanged a quick glance, and my father sighed, clearly annoyed. "Valentina, it's not something we can discuss right now," he replied, his tone a mix of gentle and condescending.
"Oh, really?" I shot back, crossing my arms. "Why can't you just be honest with me? I deserve to know what's going on!"
My mother's irritation flared. She always doubted me. "Valentina, esto no te concierne todavía," she snapped, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Peguena mierdia mimad."
(Valentina esto no te concierne todavía - Valentina this does not concern you yet)
(Peguena mierdia mimad - spoiled little shit)
"Yeah, because that is so effective," I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm. "I'm tired of you guys keeping secrets! Treat me like an adult!"
Tension filled the room as they exchanged another tense glance. "If you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one," my mother replied, but her plea felt hollow.
"Unbelievable!" I shouted back.
"Hay razones por las que todavía no podemos revelarte todo, mi amor." My father's voice strained with that tired, familiar plea.
(Hay razones por las que todavía no podemos revelarte todo, mi amor - There are reasons why we cannot reveal everything to you yet, my love)
Just as the argument peaked, a honk from outside cut through the tension. Thank God. Sabrina had arrived to pick me up for school. I grabbed my bag and stormed towards the door, leaving my parents to stew in their unresolved emotions.
Their drama could wait. I had my own to deal with.
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