The anger inside me grows with her words. Kate makes my blood boil bitterly with her nonsense, which is nothing more than a bad joke.

“Did you just say I’m his moon?” I argue skeptically. “That’s such bullshit, not even you believe it, and I’m definitely not buying it.” Before she can respond, I get out of the car, leaving Kate behind.

I take a deep breath of fresh air, feeling like I might collapse and drown in all of this at any moment. Just when I think I’ll feel a bit of peace, that things might calm down or be somewhat okay, everything crumbles in front of me.

“I see the ugly duckling has turned into a beautiful swan,” I hear, and my brow furrows in confusion.

“What…?”

“Grandma Rossi!” Kate exclaims, throwing herself into the arms of the woman who envelops her in a warm embrace. She’s incredibly elegant, with perfectly styled platinum hair, flawless white skin, and intimidating yet calm gray eyes. Her dress is pristine white, and she doesn’t stop looking at me, making me feel sma