Aliyana

I don't see Ren’s sister, Anya. Her visit the other day to my house didn't bode well. Anya didn't visit, and death was something she didn't bat an eyelash about.

Andreya Moretti is even present, the beauty of the Californian Famiglia. Alice's cousin. I wonder if she's as bitter and cruel as her family. I have only seen her a handful of times, unlike Alice, Andreya prefers isolation. I don’t get it, but whenever I see her, she looks at me like I'm a ghost she never wants to see, and that sends chills down my spine.

“I need to see someone. Tell Gabriel I left if you see him,” I say to my sister, and is true to a sense. There were a few others I needed to see.

“Go then, but go now. I'll tell Gabriel. I’ll get Filippo to cover for you, at least Papa won’t be too mad.” I smile at my sister and kiss her cheek. I leave the burial site, backing away just as Ren's girlfriend, Diamond, walks toward Kylie.