Victoria
Alessandro isn't the enemy.
He isn't the bad guy.
He likes you but he doesn't know it yet and he doesn't know how to show it.
So he just settles for violence?
My head was about to explode from everything Elena had just told me.
Could Alessandro really just be a brainwashed and misguided child with a broken childhood?
Had I misunderstood his harshness?
Elena had no reason to lie to me. She only confided in me about their family's twisted history and sick family tree.
My head really is spinning.
"Victoria, I need your help with something." My head whipped to the door of the kitchen as Jasmine stood there with a bland expression asking me, her mortal enemy for help.
This must be a really strange day.
Was there something in the air?
"Me? You're asking me for help?" I looked around the kitchen before pointing to myself.
Is the earth still rotating properly on its axis? Or maybe she hit her head somewhere.