Epilogue

Ava p.o.v

Eleven years later.

The door burst open with force, followed by a couple of footsteps, then the door slammed shot with an alarming forced. The resounding sound bounced off the walls, I wasn't startled but others in the kitchen were, especially the kids.

Luciano, who was playing a video game on his tablet. Camila, who was flipping through some fashion magazine, she's going to be the fashion icon in the house and my eight year old daughter, Isabella. Camila and Isabella has grown closed over the years, since Camila can only talk to Isabella about girly stuff.

And there is eight year old Marcello, bugging his Mom to give him food, Yeap, he's the foodie. As clichè as it may sound, Tricia and I got pregnant the same year and gave birth the same year as well, but Isabella is just a month older than Marcello.

And Aurelio, Valarie and Dante's one year old baby boy, who by the way was sleeping peacefully on his mom's lap before the sudden disturbance.

I took a glance over my shoulde