When the Salvatore Mafia and the Dante Mafia arranges a marriage between Violetta, a sweet cellist, and Valentino, a twisted player, their fate takes a whole turn.
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Used to be called "The cellist"
I slammed my door to my room and went into the bathroom.
I looked myself and the mirror and screamed at my reflection. I felt my anger reside but as I studied my reflection I saw the redness in my face prominent. As soon as I had stepped foot in the house my mother had begun to scream at my face. I was lucky to have my father because he soon had come to rescue me. I had taken that chance to run in my room and lock myself in.
I took in a big breath and turned around to face my bathtub.
Yes, that's exactly what I need right now.
"Why the fuck did you scream so loud?"
My body jumped in fright as I took steps back. I quickly recovered when I saw it was just my cousin.
"And why do you keep using my bathtub?"
"Because they throw bubbles!"
"Mara so does yours too!" I argued with her as I leaned against the counter top.
"I told you that it makes a weird noise whenever they do and it scares me. Plus I'm wearing a bathing suit," Mara told me as she picked up some bubbles to put on her shoulders.
I hung my head low and smiled weakly. If it wasn't for Mara, I would have died of loneliness. Irene is my sister and I love her, but her and me just had different ideas of hanging out.
"You, my dear, are in need of girl talk," she said as she motioned me to join her. I walked back in the room and changed into a bathing suit before getting into the tub with Mara.
