Gia's gaze lingered on the perfectly manicured hedges and the sparkling fountain in the distance, its gentle melody carrying on the breeze. She felt a sense of disconnection, as if she was observing her life from outside her body, trapped in a world that wasn't truly hers.
As she stood there, lost in thought, the soft chime of her phone broke the silence. She turned to face her nightstand, where her iPhone lay, its screen flashing with an incoming text from her mother. Gia's heart sank, anticipating another criticism or demand.
She walked over to the nightstand, her bare feet making barely a sound on the plush carpet. Her eyes scanned the message, her mother's words dripping with condescension: "Gia, don't forget about the charity luncheon today. Wear something appropriate. And please, try to smile."
Gia felt a familiar knot form in her stomach, her mind racing with the endless expectations and criticisms that came with being a Rossi. She set the phone down, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the silver frame of her mirror.
Her eyes met her reflection, and for a moment, she saw a stranger staring back – a beautiful, polished facade hiding a tangled web of emotions and doubts. Gia's gaze dropped, her attention drawn to the small, almost imperceptible scar above her left eyebrow, a souvenir from a childhood accident.
As she touched the scar, memories flooded her mind – memories of laughter, tears, and whispered secrets with her brothers, the only ones who truly understood her. But even those happy moments were tainted by the weight of their family's legacy.
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Wrong time - Brando De Sanctis
FanfictionIn the eternal city of Rome, Italy, Brando De Sanctis, a notorious playboy and bully, has a reputation for getting what he wants, when he wants it. His sights are set on Gia Rossi, the beautiful and popular daughter of a wealthy Italian family. Gia...
