Bad Luck Looks Good on You — Episode 6

Even though I had already decided to leave, the scene still made my eyes sting. Fiorella kept one hand wrapped around my suitcase, tears rolling down her cheeks. Victoria, I'm sorry. It isn't my fault that Mom, Dad, and Dario love me more. If you just stop picking on me, they'll be good to you too.

Every word sounded like an apology. Every word was really a reminder. her. My parents loved her more. Dario cared about her more. And I was the crazy woman running away from home because I was jealous of my adopted sister. In the past, words like that would have made me lose control. Just two days ago, Fiorella had put on my wedding dress without

I yelled at her. Take it off. Now. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be a And deliberately threw herself down the stairs. My mother decided I had pushed her. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut to pieces the wedding dress that had taken seven months to make. Before that, I had a family dinner. Fiorella poured red

wine over her own dress and claimed I had done it because I couldn't stand seeing her sit Dario. Kneel. Apologize to her. I was the one forced to kneel and apologize. I yanked suitcase out of her grip. She let herself tip sideways. For one split second, I saw it in her eyes. She was about to fake another fall and blame me again. This time, I was faster. I slapped her

her across the face you can have everything even the slap mom gave me fiora shrieked clutching her cheek fiora dara charged over wrapped one hand