Today is supposed to be glorious, and magical. I’m supposed to get up and walk downstairs and everyone is supposed to scream ‘Happy Birthday Aliyana.’

Only here I am downstairs, eating breakfast, alone at my kitchen counter. I look at my phone, hoping it would ring or I would get a message, but nothing comes through.

Frustration and anger ring its ugly head as I spoon the oats cereal into my mouth. I put my phone on silent, for a few minutes. Then I go into my chats and silence my father’s name.

Then I change the silent ringtone and add something not too loud. Once my cereal is done, I take my phone and start scrolling to see my Facebook messages. Nothing

Nobody remembers it’s my birthday. I wish summer could be here so I could swim my troubles away but it is a cold day.

And since my father decided to leave for New York and not return, and my brother decided to drop off the Aliyana wagon with him there is no elaborate day today.

Unhappy father, broke ass daughter.

Guilia was still on her honeymoon, trying to get a baby I’m sure and since Kylie decided to surprise her hot biker boyfriend, I’m guessing my birthday is not anything to celebrate after all.

Mero would have done something, except he is hiding out in the middle of nowhere, trying to stay alive.

My phone rings and I almost fall off the chair swiping right.

“Hello?”

outside, mind opening?” Salvatore.

to mind but I bite my tongue, as he bangs on the door and

at the tall man before I beckon him inside, where he starts taking out his jacket and

place is like entering a different atmosphere it’s so

I smile as his scar face changes from mild amusement to

my short body into his chest, happier he remembered my birthday than the actual present.

forget Miss Capello, it is all you

else has even called.” I tell him,

pair of sapphire and diamond

lift my toes

Salvatore.

are welcome Miss

get something to drink, I’ll just go put this in my room.” His knowing gaze says nothing

the stairs, my room door is pushed open, and I frown knowing I left

on my night stand and sit as I take the envelope. It has

my fingers

open and a single letter written in white paper sits inside with a key. I get up and close my door, in case Salvatore

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