Chapter 11

• || SANCIA's POV ||
• The priest started spelling the formal prayers. My eyes swam over to my father who was sitting in the front seat with my brother. He looked relieved rather than happy. I knew that he had preferred my brother over me. I didn't hate him for that but a selfish part of my mind hoped that he would tell me to choose my heart over everything. Now I stood, facing the biggest enemy of my life.
• I raised my head to look at Vincenzo. To my surprise, he looked tense. Please!! Could he stop pretending? I knew that he was happy to get the chance to torture me.