*Book 1*
Rosalía was adopted from a strange couple in Madrid at the age 7. She barely remembers her childhood from when she lived in Barcelona before she was adopted. She always knew she was different but couldnt figure it out.
Until one night on h...
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Deceit. The word which describes how Francesco feels about me right about now.
A few days has passed and I have been staying with my mother. It has been a hassle on being comfortable with calling her my mama. Last time I did that, I was lied to for years.
I don't want that hurt anymore. But I won't give up on Estrella because of Aná.
I have my own room and Estrella went very crazy on the shopping for new clothes especially after the whole kidnapping and such.
My wardrobe is nonexistent so I needed it. But I have clothes for years now. Thanks to Estrella.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. After Francesco left me, my only choice was to live with my mother until I figure things out.
She's the safest option right now. The only option.
I walk into the kitchen and I see Estrella with a young girl.
I pause in my stance. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.
"Oh.. umm sorry. Did I come in at a bad time?" I ask.
The young girl looked at me and grinned.
"No you didnt. But it is nice to finally meet the long lost daughter of Estrella and Rosario".
I nod.
My mother looks at me then at her.
"Eva, please excuse us".
She nods and walks out.
I come closer to her and she reaches for my hand. She holds it and smiles.
"I am glad you are getting more comfortable here Aura. That is all I want for you hija".
I smile slightly. Being called Aura has also been a hassle getting used to hearing. I know it's my birth name but Rosalía is what I have heard everyday.
I think about asking her but in order to trust her. I need to know.
"So who is Eva?".
My mother pauses and sighs.
"She is just an assistant. She will be helping you around and getting you used to the house".
I nod. I go into the fridge as I get some orange juice. She is lying to me. After realizing that many people have been lying to me, I know for sure this is a lie.
Eva is no damn assistant. She looks at least 16 or 17.
I pour my orange juice into a cup I get from the cardboard.
I drink it and I head back to my room. I see Eva walking around and I decide to walk into her.
I almost spill the orange juice on her and I gasp. "Oh I am so sorry about that. I can be such a clutz. Are you okay?".
