she lays on the bed. The rain has since s

black and white uniform and it was spotless. She walks closer t

re for

a dress on the bed and slips out of the r

ok a bath, got dressed

ards stood at every turn. No

flight of stairs and into the dining room. Immedia

nds up to addr

hrough the murmurs. "The feud between the Rossi and Mo

ife in her back. She doesn't flinch, but her fists

Allessandro continues. "I h

oss the room. She sees the danger there

e will find a way out

a white dress. This represents purity b

ands in a white dress heavy with lace, the veil framing a face set in stone. Her heart is st

fits like it was made to intimidate. As if he was mourning. He turn

ears his throat

he pew with what's left of the Moretti loyalists, their eyes sharp, their mouths tight. No one smiles and a priest who was ready

ls weak but she forces herself to stand. The pr

t as her mind drifts back to he

diness, a dangerous fascination that fee

eaks words sh

dro Rossi, take A

is immedi

question comes to her. "D

barely mo

thing more than a seal on a contr

tands by the window, still in the wedding dress, watchin

his voice says

essing. Instead, he is pouring himse

ch you tonig

elief, but from confusion. "Afr

whiskey. "But also because I do

d me without asking. Freely gi

y. "Believe what you want. But there's mo

led him in cold blood. T

down. "One day, yo

owing that if she can't kill him, she'll at least

e white dress flows down, her hand shaking. The

es through the window hitting the marble floor w

ugh the stained glass, landing

't reach

night he died, of the promise he made

as w

's touch

rs against the ring u

use, Not in his presence." A

over the city of Florence. Somewhere in between people lived freely. The

glass window. Her life was not ordinar

r gaze falls on the ring again.

, cruelly-like the ma

on revenge, sea

isguised

u may have won today, Allessandr

rst shadows of evening

truth I didn'

urvive him is to

day, mak