The tension in Elara's home grew thicker with each passing day, the air heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Nonna Emilia's disapproval had become a constant presence, a nagging voice that chipped away at Alessandro and Sofia's resolve.
She would visit Frequently, her sharp eyes scrutinizing sofia's every move, her words laced with subtle insults and veiled threats. Alessandro tried to shield Sofia from his venom, but the strain was beginning to show. He grew distant and withdrawn, his laughter less Frequent, his eyes clouded with worry.
One evening, after a particularly heated argument with Nonna Emilia, Alessandro announced that he had accepted a job offer in America. the explained that it was it was a fantastic opportunity for his career, a chance to show case his art on a global stage. But Elara sensed the truth behind his words:
he was leaving to escape the conflict, to protect sofia from his mother's relentless attacks. The night before his departune, Alessandro held Elara close, his voice thick with emotion. He promised to call every week, to send her postcards from exotic locations, and to return as soon as he could. He gave her a small, silver locket, telling her to keep it close to her heart as a reminder of his love, As he drove away the next morning, Elara stood on the doorstep, tears streaming down her face, a sense of emptiness engulfing her small frame. she knew that her life would never be the same again.