"You already know I love you, Liliana. I'll love you forever and never let anyone hurt you," Giacomo had promised, kissing me.
Now as I held the bracelet and their voices sounded in my mind I smiled bitterly and tossed it into the flames.
That was the exact moment the boys arrived and saw the bracelet. They ran toward me.
"Have you lost your mind? That's our bracelet!" Pietro snapped as he tried to retrieve it but ended up getting burned.
"Why are you burning up our things and throwing a tantrum, Liliana?" Giacomo asked.
I scoffed. "They're old and need to be discarded. They don't matter again."
Then I walked away and went upstairs ignoring them.
As I entered my bedroom my phone rang. It was my mother.
I picked up the call immediately and her worried voice sounded through the phone.
"What happened, Liliana? Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"
I chuckled softly, feeling lighter now that I'd erased all memories I had with the boys.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to worry you but I assure you, I'm fine," I said.
My mother sighed, relieved to hear my voice.
"Your father is still a bit upset with you because you ran off fifteen years ago and didn't come or call home."
I always knew my father was the difficult one. Don Lorenzo Valentino didn't forgive easily, and he didn't forget at all.
"I'll make it up to him when I'm back," I said.
My mother giggled cheerfully. "He's happy that you've finally agreed to the wedding though. The reason I was calling was because I wanted you to pick out your wedding dress. I sent a couple of pictures."
"Mom, don't worry. I'll come back soon so we can go shopping for wedding dresses instead, how does that sound?" I asked.
She chuckled happily. "Oh that sounds wonderful, Liliana. I'll be waiting."
"Alright then, Mom, I'll be back in time for the wedding dress shopping," I said and hung up.
Just then the door was pushed open and the two boys stood before me, their eyes wide with horror.
"Wedding? What wedding?" Giacomo asked.
The boys stared at me, folding their arms across their chests.
"What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Who were you talking to? And what wedding dress shopping?" Giacomo asked.
"My wedding. And you both aren't invited," I answered nonchalantly.
The boys stared at each other, then burst into laughter.
"Oh, stop, Liliana. You're already married to Giacomo," Pietro said.