Stepping onto the staircase, my gaze fell on my family, treating me like a commodity up for sale. It was hard to fathom that my own father, Don Frederico, could stoop so low.
"What are you looking so glum about? Put on a smile, Cass!" Delrico quipped dismissively before walking away.
Don Frederico rolled his eyes at me, his tone dripping with authority. "We need to be at the church by 7:00 a.m. Why are you still standing there? Move it!"
Maureen's family had already departed for the church, leaving my family behind, including Mario.
I didn't want to wait for Mario, nor did I want to share a car with him. With the help of Arianna and Nadia, I settled into my car, taking a deep breath.
"God, I need help," I muttered under my breath. The drive to the church was once fast. It was a Catholic church. I remember the days when my mother and I slept there because my father, Don Frederico, chased us out.
