knock on my window interrupted the stillness. Walking over, I found Isaac, my lover, standing there. Seeing him, tears streamed down my face. He held my hands, concerned, and asked why I was c

. Suddenly, the cursing ceased, replaced by a nervous laughter that caught my attention. Balancing a tray, I headed toward the dining room, only to freeze at the sight that made Uncle Julio pause – Dante standing with his guards. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his black hair neatly slicked back, and a newly trimmed beard enhancing his attractiveness. Uncle Julio called for Antonia and aunt Silvia, both seemingly roused from a deep sleep by Dante's unexpected arrival. The atmosphere shifted, and I felt a mix of anxiety and dread as I wondered what Dante came to do , could he have finally come to his senses and decided to marry Antonia? Aunt Silvia and Antonia entered the living room, elegantly dressed and coated themselves in luxurious perfumes and both had big smiles on their faces . The speed at which they had dressed up confused me, but my confusion turned to fear when Aunt Silvia's smile faded upon noticing that I hadn't yet cleaned the living room. Rushing to the dining room with the tray, I intended to return to the kitchen, but Aunt Silvia stopped me. "Elena, why isn't the living room cleaned?" she asked in a calm, cold voice. I stared at the ground, stammering as I explained that I woke up late and was almost done with the house, having already prepared breakfast. Before I could finish, Aunt Silvia interrupted, instructing me to get the broom and finish cleaning. I hurried to the kitchen, bringing a broom, mop, and other cleaning equipment. I felt the weight of Dante's presence as Aunt Silvia directed him to go upstairs and sit in the living room. However, Dante didn't respond as expected. Instead, he walked towards me, grabbed the mop, and split it in half with his bare hands. The display frightened me, and I trembled under his gaze. He looked at me and asked " my princess, what happened to your eye." Did he just call me princess ? Stammering, I attempted to explain, but Aunt Silvia cut in, claiming that I fell and hit myself on the edge of the dresser. Dante didn't take his gaze off of me and declared, "I'm here to pick up my bride, Elena," causing Aunt Silvia to fake a smile, expressing annoyance. She attempted to redirect Dante's attention, insisting there must be a mistake and that Antonia was the intended bride. Aunt Silvia continued, "Elena, my niece," she paused, giving me a disgusted look, "isn't fit for you. She's a mess, can't even do her chores on time. But Antonia... Antonia is exceptional." Praises for Antonia filled the room. Dante, however, continued to look at me and announced, "I hope you've packed your clothes because we are leaving now, and our wedding is tomorrow." My eyes w