"What was that, Lucrezia?"
"Shut up."
"Why? Why did you do that?"
She stopped.
My aunt was staying in the pouring rain, in her teared-up Valentino and her hair disheveled.
I was watching the fall of a titan.
And I was crying at that scene.
Not because her pointy Chanel heel struck me directly in the eye socket.
No, that was it too. But not the main reason.
Know when you're young and you suddenly realize that your mom is actually not the most beautiful woman, nor the most intelligent one in the world? That acknowledgment, that fall from the pedestal -
That's what it felt like.
Not sour or abrupt.
Despite the scene I witnessed, not as shocking as it should have been.
It was meant to happen one day.
I just hoped I would be the one tearing her down.
Emiliano keeps checking off the boxes of my checklist- Luther, Lucrezia.
I need to get a grip. Fast.
But for that I need to know exactly how much power he holds.
