"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭"
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Isabella D'Amelio is the daughter of the most cunning and devious Mafia leader, Lorenzo D'Amelio. She's a very i...
"Bella dear, you look gorgeous" Mrs Rossi voice sang as she came gliding gracefully into my bedroom where Veronica and I were getting dressed.
"Hi Mrs Rossi" I say as I fix my lipstick once more and wait for Veronica to finish in the bathroom
"Hello mamma" she yelled from the bathroom and Mrs Rossi frowns.
"Veronica dear it's unlady like of you to yell" she said with her arms folded and glaring at Veronica as she walked out of the bathroon all decked up and ready, I smiled.
Veronica and my dresses was simple but elegant, her dress was black and strapless with a slit on her right side that just reaches her below right hip. She top the look off with a thick diamond choker with a matching hand chain and diamond band stiletto heels.
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My look was alot simple, my dress was a wine red off shoulder with a slit as well on my right side reaching below my hip, topped off with a rose gold leaf diamond necklace and rose gold diamond encrusted stiletto heels.
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Mrs Rossi was the one who designed our beautiful dresses, she then embraced me in a hug and then like the true mother she is held me at arms length and inspected my physical well being.
I blushed but welcomed it since it reminded me a lot of my aunt.
She then proceeded down the Hall to where the boys could be heard and I sighed before taking a seat in my armchair by the window to wait for Veronica to finish. I picked up my aunts old journal from it's place on the window ledge and held it close to my chest
I had read this journal so much that the pages had begun to turn yellow and the spine weakened.
"Aunt, wherever you are I want you to know that I love you and miss you so much." I whisper as I open the journal and begin to read the entry.
