Bleeding Through the Veil of Scars

𝙰 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝙸𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜

The room felt powerful, a constant reminder of her authority in our family.

"Why did it take you so long, Serafina?" she asked impatiently.

I approached her cautiously, trying not to make her angrier. "I'm sorry, mother. I was talking to Michele," I replied politely.

She narrowed her eyes, studying me closely. "You need to manage your time better, Sera. Small talk can wait. We have more important things to discuss."

I braced myself for the lecture that usually followed our conversations. But deep down, I wondered if there was more to life than just the Mafia world. Was there a way to break free from the restrictions that bound me?

My mother's intense gaze interrupted my thoughts. "Your twenty-first birthday is coming up, Sera," she stated matter-of-factly. "And you know it's a crucial milestone for our family."

I nodded, understanding the importance of turning twenty-one. It meant I would be pushed into the world of arranged marriages and alliances, where others decided my future.

"We have found a suitable match for you," she continued, her voice lacking emotion. "He comes from a respected Mafia family with power and influence." She smirked.

Silence filled the room as I processed her words. Another pawn in the game of power, forced to marry someone I didn't know.

It was a destiny the women had reluctantly accepted, but deep down, they longed for a say in their own life.

But, I am Serafina Moretti. I reluctantly shape my destiny.

"I don't give a flying fudge to it, mom. I get to marry when I want, and I choose whom I will marry."

"Seraf-"

I cut her short, "Save that explanation for father, mom."

Saying this I left

The following days were filled with melancholia. The only best things my days had were the car rides with Lucien or girly gossip with Gabby and Lilly.