Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

“I started shadowing Marco, BUT only when he was around. And Camilla was always there, but I was careful.”

“You mean stalking?” I can’t help but laugh. She sighs and it’s dramatic, just like the Guilia I know.

“It was hardly stalking. It was observing from afar.”

I put my hands up in peace, “Okay, Observing.”

“So one day we were at a party at the Rasetto’s place and Leonardo saw me watching Marco. He told me that he knew I had a crush on Marco, but it was cute, as long as I KNEW I was his and didn’t act out on it. But by then I was falling in love with Leonardo,” She cringes,

“But before I could say anything Camilla walked in, and Leonardo doesn’t like her, so he left me alone with her. She waited for him to go and the minute he was far away, she started ranting about how I am a little girl wanting to claw my way into Catelli’s home and in Marco’s life, I told her it wasn’t like that but she went crazy.”

I say nothing, but judging by Guilia’s wild eyes, there is more.

“So for the last five months every opportunity Camilla has alone with me, she brings it up, and if I even look at Marco or he talks to me she goes ballistic.”

“That is insane. Why don’t you tell Papa?”

Guilia stares, long and hard at me, and her eyes drop and I already know the answer to that, “You slept with Leonardo didn’t you?”

“Aliyana.”

had them for a long time, if

head, agreeing with me, “I know, you and Marco. I saw

her hand up, “I don’t know what happened between you two, and yes, at the time it hurt me,

know who that girl is anymore. The girl who fell

to believe he was going

over to me and wraps her arms around me, “Why have we never spoken like this before?”

Camilla can’t keep bullying

will do with the She demon, and that is going to take a phone call to Kylie. She is the queen of lessons. Also, on a lighter note,

“Kylie equals trouble with a capital T, I’m in. And thanks, but tomorrow remember to dress up

ready for bed, and Guilia jumps under the covers, I got one foot on the bed when she gives me that

I ask her. She blushes

Guilia, the kitchen is like on the end of a city.”

are exaggerating, please Liya.” I tighten my lips and cast a longing look

downstairs, and not surprised everyone is still awake since it is only past

my emoticon pj’s and hair tied on top of my head, I inwardly berate myself for confessing

a truth you try to forget is a sour taste. Opening the double door industrial fridge, I

thinking about

my life. Leonardo walks up to me and picks