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My grandmother came up behind me and pressed a warm cup of honey water into my hands. She didn't ask about the call. She just said:?"Tomorrow, come to the market with me. I'll teach you how to pick tomatoes."I nodded. Took a sip. The sweetness slid down my throat like warmth I'd forgotten I was allowed to feel.So this is what love could be, I thought. No proving. No performing. Just someone handing you a cup that's exactly the right temperature.In the days that followed, Marco's messages stopped flooding my phone.I think he finally understood.Maybe too late. But I wasn't going to grieve for him anymore.My grandmother taught me how to haggle with the vegetable vendors in Italian. She showed me how to tell a ripe tomato—check the stem, smell it, press it gently with your thumb.I learned.And I started learning how to slow down.Some evenings, I'd sit on the windowsill and read that old copy of?Little Women. When I got to the part where Jo says,?"I'm so lonely, but I'd rather be
(Serana's POV)When the plane landed, a fine drizzle was falling outside the window.The wind in Milan was different from New York's. It carried the dampness of old cobblestones, like the faint perfume my mother used to wear in her youth—faint and distant, yet evocative.When I turned on my phone, it vibrated in my palm for three minutes straight. Hundreds of missed calls, messages flooding the screen.Marco's name was at the very top, a barrage of voice notes and texts."Serana, where did you go?""Stop throwing a tantrum. I'm not really going to marry Liliana. I just need three years...""Send me your location. I'm coming to you right now."The last one was sent at 3:00 AM. His voice in the audio was terribly hoarse, as if he had been drinking, or perhaps standing in the wind for hours:"Serana... I was wrong. Please answer the phone, okay?"I looked at those words. My heart didn't ache; I just felt it was absurd.He didn't realize he was wrong when I gave up my room for Liliana.He
That night, I called her hundreds of times.Every single call went unanswered.My messages were like stones dropped into a deep well; I couldn't even hear an echo.I opened our chat history.Our last conversation was the message I had sent: "I'm going crazy."I scrolled up through all our past messages.Most of the time, she was the one who initiated. She would ask if I had eaten, if I had slept, if I was tired today.She would send me pictures of the flowers on her windowsill, the cakes she had freshly baked, the stray cats she saw on the street.She was like a kitten forever baring its belly to me, offering everything soft, warm, and fragile right to my hands.But I had rarely replied.I scrolled all the way to the bottom and saw the very first message from when she was sixteen. She had sent a photo—the ring on her finger, glowing as green as a spring lake in the sunlight."Cognato, I'll wait for you to marry me."I stared at those words for a long time.Then I placed my phone face d
I ignored Liliana's tears.I rushed back to Serana's room. The butler was still standing at the door. He shook his head at me.He quickly pulled out the master key and unlocked the door.The room was completely empty and silent.The curtains were drawn open, letting the moonlight flood in, illuminating a desktop so clean it looked untouched.The bed was made perfectly flat. The wardrobe was open, and not a single piece of clothing remained.I walked into the room, my steps agonizingly slow. The place was so spotless it felt as if no one had ever lived there.She hadn't even left a single strand of hair behind.It was as if she had never existed in this room at all.I stood in the center of the room, suddenly unable to breathe.I sprinted back to Liliana's room. Startled by my sudden return, she got off the bed.I didn't even look at her. I yanked open drawers and wardrobes one by one...They were all completely empty."Where are her things?" I heard my own voice, sounding as if it wer
(Marco's POV)Where is Serana?I had been scanning the crowd, but her familiar figure was nowhere to be found.Only when Liliana coughed beside me did I reluctantly turn my head.Serana must be heartbroken. She might just break down crying. It’s better that she didn't attend the wedding.I'll go coax her after the ceremony. She won't stay sad forever.I slipped the wedding ring onto Liliana's finger. Next came the kiss to show my affection.The crowd erupted in cheers, and the priest wore an expectant smile.But I couldn't do it.The person I was marrying wasn't Serana.If I kissed someone else, how devastated would she be?Seeing the anticipation in Liliana's eyes, I hesitated for a moment, leaned in... and gently pressed my lips to her cheek.She looked taken aback, but said nothing, offering me a tender smile.Even by dinner, Liliana still hadn't shown up.The steaks on the table had gone cold, and the maid had been called three times.Liliana’s expression grew increasingly awkward,
Liliana smiled as she watched the photograph slip into the fireplace. The sweet smiles of our family of three were devoured by the flames in the blink of an eye."NO—"I lunged into the fireplace, my fingers reaching through the flames to snatch the photo.Most of it was already charred black. My parents' faces were obscured by soot, leaving only faint outlines.Seeing the charred photograph in my hand, He rubbed his brow wearily. He said softly,He caught my hand and slid a ring onto my ring finger. It was the very ring that had been broken. "Dear, this’s the price you must pay for hurting Liliana."“I've had it repaired this ring. We will have a magnificent wedding, and with this ring, we will vow our love to each other. You will be my Donna.”His warm breath brushed against my skin, yet I felt as if I had been thrown into an icehouse.I could only nod blankly.I collapsed to my knees, staring blankly at the fire with swollen, red eyes.Seeing my silence, the hand resting on my head







