Perhaps we should start at the beginning...
Dino Del Borso, our uncle, raised us in Italy. I was a barb in their side. To say I was treated inadequately would be a lie. The whole "Cinderella" story didn't take place. I was always met with false smiles and false interest. Instead, I was not granted the same liberties as everyone else, especially my half-sister. Lucia was given anything she ever wanted; I was given what she tossed away. Uncle Dino had the finest tutors money could buy for Lucia; I was sent away for nine months a year to boarding school.
Perhaps if I had been born with the Del Borso golden tresses, instead of my dreary dark brown hair, they would have accepted me. Perhaps if I didn't have the Del Borso violet eyes, they could have shoved me off as an infant and would never had to deal with me. Nevertheless, that wasn't the case.
It was at boarding school when I learned what it was actually like to be part of a family. You didn't have to have the same D.N.A. as someone to be family; you didn' tneed to look like them. I watched as some kids' parents refused to stop hugging and kissing them unitl they almost missed the train. I watched as some kids' received gifts and letters from their loved ones routinely. All of this, I was denied. By this point, I was already an outsider from everyone. I wasn't good at making and keeping friends, only mere acquaintances. I did enjoy socializing, but only to a degree.
Roughly that time was when I started hating my family and hating my half sister. She was everything they ever wanted and I was a obligation. She was perfect in every manner and I was not. Lucia would never let me forget it either. She'd go out of her way to prove that I was not welcomed in their lives, that I was an intruder to their private party. She would mock me with kind words and harsh looks around people. I vowed that she would pay some day for her actions.
When I was thirteen years old, I arrived back to my uncle's mansion to find out that my mother and her husband had been killed a few months prior. I wasn't angered by the fact that my birth mother was dead, I didn't know her. I was angered by the fact they waited until it was convenient for them to tell me. I was good and did not act on my anger. I had learned through the years that if you wanted to return a "favor", you bided your time and planned carefully. I also learned that I would be receiving a large inheritance and a portion of the bookshop's profits every month. If it hadn't been my mother's wish, I would have been tossed through the door without a penny. At least that was what my uncle told me. That was when I started planning. I waited three years before I took action. I saved my pocket money meticulously and when I was ready, I ran away from boarding school.
I have spent the rest of my short life traveling the world and learning as much as I could about anything and everything. I've learned a variety of things ranging from different skills needed to support myself, several different languages and how to blend into a crowd. A person that isn't there isn't unwanted.
