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Adriel
The scent of fine whiskey filled my nostrils as I raised the glass to my lips, watching the amber liquid dance inside it. A grand party was happening at the Ricci family mansion, and I was among the guests. However, despite the evident joy around me, I felt restless, almost impatient.
Everyone seemed to be in ecstasy, celebrating the news of Cecilia and Liam's baby, Frederico and Valentina Ricci's first grandchild. Laughter echoed through the halls, champagne flowed, and smiles were contagious. But for me, something was amiss.
I accepted another pour of the high-quality whiskey that was generously served. The Ricci family certainly knew how to throw a party, that much I couldn't deny, even though I had never harbored any fondness for Frederico Ricci, the father of one of my best friends.
Logan, my other close friend, approached, casting me a disapproving glance at the glass in my hand.
"Maybe it's time to stop, Adriel," he suggested, with a concerned expression. "You've had enough."
I brushed off his advice with a smirk, but deep down, I knew he was right. Perhaps I was trying to drown out my thoughts, or simply avoid facing the reality that seemed to loom over me like a persistent shadow.
"I know perfectly well when it's time to stop," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
However, my response only seemed to further irritate my friend.
"You've been acting strange lately, Adriel. What's going on?" Logan inquired, fixing his intense gaze on mine as if he could decipher my thoughts with just one look.
Before I could formulate a response, something that would convince Logan that there was nothing wrong with me, Manuela approached us. She noticed the tense atmosphere between Logan and me, and her concerned expression didn't go unnoticed.
"Is everything okay here?" Manuela asked, her soft voice trying to dissipate any tension. "It seems like I'm missing something."
Logan didn't hesitate to explain, his voice laden with frustration.
"I'm trying to understand what's going on with our friend here. He's been acting strange lately," Logan said, shooting me an accusatory look.
Manuela's eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I could see understanding reflected in them. Trying to steer the conversation in a lighter direction, she commented:
"You guys noticed how everything looks so beautiful? I've never been to a party like this, and I'm amazed!" she said, smiling.
Logan raised an eyebrow, not allowing himself to be distracted. He spoke directly, as he always did.
"I know what you're trying to do, Manuela. I'm sure you know what's going on with Adriel."
Manuela couldn't disguise the discomfort on her face, and as she looked at me, her eyes begged for understanding. It became evident that she was somehow involved, and I knew I could no longer avoid facing the reality I had been trying to hide behind every sip of whiskey.
I took a deep breath, determined to put an end to the speculations and tell the truth. I looked into Logan's eyes, ready to speak the truth.
"I haven't been well lately, something has been tormenting me."
Manuela widened her eyes in explicit horror, already anticipating what would come next. She had made it clear her opinion on the matter, believing that I shouldn't reveal the truth, that I should keep my feelings hidden. However, I couldn't bear to keep it to myself any longer.
Manuela's face became a mask of concern, her eyes pleading for me to consider my words. She knew what was coming and didn't agree with it. Logan, on the other hand, grew curious, as was his investigative nature.
"Is it related to your future senatorial candidacy? The upcoming elections?"
Logan's question made me hesitate for a moment. The idea of my senatorial candidacy was indeed linked to my dilemma, but there was more than just politics involved in it. I took a deep breath before finally finding the courage to speak.
"No, Logan. It's something more personal than that," My voice was firm but laden with emotion. "It's related to Cecilia and Liam."
Logan frowned, repeating the names of our friends in a tone of confusion.
"Cecilia and Liam? What does it have to do with them?"
Manuela let out a restrained sigh, and I was sure she regretted that I hadn't followed her advice. Logan, on the other hand, kept pressing, eager to understand what was tormenting me.
I sighed, preparing to reveal the truth that had consumed me for so long.
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