If that hadn’t happened, Fabio and I would never have met. When I was sixteen, the Altomare Family finally found me. I cried as I explained that I was their real daughter and that the midwife’s mistake had caused everything.
My adoptive parents had died young, so I grew up in an orphanage. When I saw the Altomare Family arrive in their car, I thought my days of worrying about school fees were finally over.
The orphanage I grew up in was very poor. Not every child had the chance to go to school.
But after I returned to my real family, I didn’t get any apology or comfort from my parents. Instead, I only got coldness. At that time, I told myself, ‘It’s fine. As long as I can study, nothing else matters.’
They said that since Serena’s parents had passed away, they couldn’t send her away. They would keep her at home and treat her like their own daughter. Meanwhile, I lived in a damp, dark attic of a small Spanish-style house. Mr. and Mrs. Altomare said that there weren’t enough rooms.