When She Blooms, They All Wither

Thanks to Sofia Columbo, Luca Vitale and I keep breaking up and getting back together for three years.

Exhausted and desperate to get out of this situation, I end up choosing to be with Don Marco Rossi, who has been pursuing me for many years.

Since then, we've been together for five years. His love for me never wavers, and I truly believe that I've chosen the right man to be with.

But at the bachelor's party that takes place one week before the wedding, Marco's Underboss, Enzo Ferrari, begins running his mouth without any filter whatsoever after he gets completely wasted.

"Don Rossi, Anna actually fell in love with you for real! Does she even know that you're only marrying her just so Sofia can be with Luca?"

Marco just smiles without denying the allegations. He merely says, "As long as Sofia can be with Luca, I'm fine with marrying whoever. Honestly speaking, I did get close to Anna with ulterior motives at first, but I still ended up falling in love with her for real.

"By the way, do not let Anna find out about this, no matter what. You know how much she hates it when people lie to her. If she ever finds out, she'll leave me just like how she left Luca. That mustn't happen at all."

After wiping my tears, I tell my father that I wish to marry the man he has picked out for me.

"Mamma, I think I'll accept the marriage alliance."

The living room was pitch black. My voice was soft, but in the dead silence of the night, it sounded clear and numb.

Mamma was overjoyed. "Brava! Now, you don't have to worry about the wedding because your papa and I will handle it all. I'm confident the man we picked will be a good match for you.

"Not only that, I promise his character and his family are first-rate. After all, my daughter deserves the very best."

"Grazie, Mamma."

"And happy birthday, amore. Right—you should say a proper goodbye to the Don of the Rossi family. You've been in Liberty City all these years, and he's taken such good care of you. We must invite him to the wedding."

I fell silent for a moment before answering, "Sure."

A sound came from the doorway. The lights in the living room flicked on.

Marco Rossi stopped when he saw me sitting there. For a second, he looked surprised. Then, he smiled and walked over, pulling me into his arms. "Who upset you, amore?"

He rubbed his face against my neck, leaning in like he wanted a kiss. I turned my head away to dodge him. "You smell like whiskey. Go take a shower first."

He squeezed the palm of my hand. "Alright, alright. I'll listen to you, amore. I'll make sure I get nice and clean."

As he got up, it seemed like he remembered something. "Oh, by the way, who were you talking to on the phone just