The sea wind hit my face. I gripped the railing, lips trembling. Anger boiled in me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout that I was their daughter too. But what for? I'd only look pathetic.
Life has never been fair to me. Not once.
I sighed and looked up at the moon, trying to calm whatever was clawing inside my chest. The fury was mine and it was old and it understood everything I refused to say out loud.
But that small peace shattered when I felt Elena's presence behind me.
"What are you doing out here alone, Sis?" she asked, voice sickeningly sweet. "You should be inside, enjoying the party. Don't be out here sulking like a loser."
I stayed quiet. But my jaw tightened.
Elena moved closer, smirking. "Look at you. All pitiful and pathetic." Her voice was full of mockery.
"You're weak. Still begging for our parents' love, but they love me. Not you. Never you. Can't you see that?"
She laughed cruelly.
"My husband? He never wanted you. Damiano? Loves me. Only Dante loved you, but well, he's dead. You are alone and nothing, Serafina. No one wants you. No one loves you. What's the point of being alive?"