From the age of eighteen, Aurora Rossetti was a shadow of what she could have been. The only daughter of a powerful family in the world of fashion and advertising, she was a bright, studious, and sensitive young woman. But she never saw the cage in which she had been locked. From the first day of high school, her best friend, Sabrina Cortesi, became her light and her darkness.
She had charisma, beauty, and a sharp tongue hidden behind a sweet smile; she was a cruel being. She was the one who approached Aurora with apparent affection and advice wrapped in poison. The convention that she should dress "boldly" to stand out, when in reality it made her look vulgar, out of tune, and even ridiculous. Garish, overly tight clothes, nothing that represented Aurora's noble essence. It made her look like a caricature of herself, something that gradually isolated her from the rest.
The suitors who had once been interested in Aurora were driven away one by one. Sabrina always found a way to make them seem inadequate, or she would speak badly of her behind her back. Little by little, her social world was reduced to one person: Sabrina.
Aurora, blinded by what she believed was friendship, began to doubt her own parents. Sabrina insinuated that her mother only wanted her to be perfect to show off, and that her father did not value her as a woman but as an heir. Whenever she could, she incited her to fight with them, to feel misunderstood and alone.
Day by day, her self-esteem declined more; she felt empty, she cried silently every day for the unhappy life she had been given. Sabrina had moved her pieces with intelligence and malice to hurt her only because she had loving parents and such a sweet personality that, if it weren't for her, she would be loved by anyone.
Meanwhile, Aurora took refuge in her studies. She studied business administration, marketing, and fashion design; whatever she studied was never enough for her. She got the best grades and, at Sabrina's request, even did her work for her, since they studied business administration together, although Sabrina only passed thanks to Aurora. The poor thing was so naive that she couldn't see the manipulation.
When Aurora turned 21, her father announced that it was time to join the family business: an empire that united fashion and advertising. It was her dream come true because she loved to design in secret for fear that her friend would tell her that this style was not correct; she doubted her own abilities. There, in one of the main halls, she saw him: Massimo Greco, the son of her father's partner. Elegant, confident, brilliant, his perfume filled the place he arrived. He was the man Aurora had silently loved for years.
But the story was not a fairy tale. Sabrina had already set her claws on him. She spoke badly of Aurora, telling him that she was a spoiled young woman who did not want to grow up, selfish, without values and in need of male attention, a hollow woman without abilities who would enter that company only to damage it. That she slept with anyone to feel good, that she mistreated her parents, that she was incapable of doing anything without help. Massimo began to look at her with contempt, to avoid her, while Sabrina clung to him like a seductive shadow under the pretext of being the daughter of another of the company's minority partners.
Although Aurora was a pretty woman, her clothes did not help her. She was tall with blonde hair, her eyes were bluish gray, unique like her heart, her model silhouette, but which was not appreciated under that unclassy and unstylish clothing. She combined wide t-shirts with sequined shorts and heels; sometimes she wore jackets with very short skirts or dresses that had nothing to do with the fashion legacy to which she belonged. Her self-esteem was so mistreated that she saw the signs and dared to doubt herself.
Aurora noticed how her friend approached Massimo, but she only told her that she was trying to help her with him; she made her wear sexy dresses that were actually vulgar and horrendous and appeared in clubs where he was just to make the contempt that Massimo felt for Aurora grow.
Every day, her failures and his snubs depressed her more. The murmurs of her university classmates and the feeling of being alone, hated by her parents and misunderstood by everyone, sank her even further.
Time passed and she continued to see the whispers, the shared laughter between Sabrina and Massimo. But she did not dare to believe it until one afternoon after she was rejected by him at the inauguration of a luxurious club in front of several of his friends and other people who were there, she saw them kissing. Her world collapsed, her soul broke, and life lost meaning.
She arrived at her mansion crying; her parents were traveling, the place felt empty like her soul. She observed her image in the mirror and what was reflected was a waste, a stupid woman.
"Why?" she asked into the nothingness, between tears.
But Sabrina, who had followed Aurora only to make Massimo Greco believe that she was the friend who suffered seeing Aurora's suffering, responded, as if she had been waiting for that moment for years.
"Why? Because you were always pathetic, Aurora. Because everything was given to you without deserving it, money, love, intelligence, everyone's attention!" She shouted full of envy and hatred.
"Because I saw you alone like the idiot you are, that's why I used you. Everyone thinks you're garbage, and they're not wrong. Who's going to believe in you now? No one. And Massimo... Massimo loves me. We're going to get married soon and you're just a social reject."
Aurora didn't scream. She didn't cry. She just remained silent, trapping every word that sank deep into her weak mind; everything was spinning in her mind. She was right, she was nothing more than garbage.
"Here, this is the best sincere gift I can give you; end your damn shitty life," she said, leaving her a bottle of pills to kill herself and then went to cry to Massimo, saying that Aurora threatened to kill herself if he didn't pay attention to her.
That night, alone and destroyed in her room, she wrote a letter. Not to her parents, not to Alessandro. To herself. "I was never enough. I was never pretty. I was never strong. If in another life I could return... I would want to be someone different. Someone who would not let themselves be destroyed."
She took the bottle of pills and, after pouring them into her hand, swallowed them with a glass of water. It wasn't long before she fell unconscious; her soul left her body and, because of a manipulator, a weak mind perished.
Darkness received her. But that was not the end; the young woman was found by a maid when she went to bring her food. She was scared to see her cold and called an ambulance. Her parents were devastated when they received the call; she was dead. The maid felt her cold and without a pulse; there was no doubt.
But once in the clinic, something happened: she had already had her stomach pumped, they had revived her and ended up dictating the time of death and her pulse returned. The machine left the long and high-pitched beep for one in time with her heart in the body of that naive young woman. Giuseppa Lo Vasto had been reborn. The doctors, astonished, could not believe what had just happened. A true miracle, they thought.
The doctors gave the news to her parents even though she was not yet awake and so it went on for days until Giussepa's eyes scanned the whole place: white rooms, a strange thing on the ceiling emitting a light like the sun and sounds she never heard, a smell of lavender ran through her sense of smell and she did not understand where she was. For her, she had just shot and killed herself; now she was in a strange place, everything was new to her.
The doctors approached with questions she did not understand.
"How do you feel, Miss Rinaldi?" A doctor asked cautiously and that only made a clip in her head that unleashed a number of foreign memories, making her more confused and at the same time give her the information she needs.
"Where am I?" She stammered with difficulty.
"You are in the clinic, miss, do you feel well?"
"What year is it?" The question baffled the man in the white coat.
"If you ask how many days you were in a coma, it was only seven; today is June 20, 2024." The young woman was speechless, but she was astute and one of her talents was hiding what she thought and felt. She nodded with a fake smile and her head understood everything.
She did not understand why, but an unknown force had given her another opportunity. Perhaps God, or destiny, had given her a second life, and this time, she would not waste it.
She had an implacable mind, she was a lethal strategist, a woman with centuries of rage and wisdom. Seeing the suffering of the young woman who inhabited her new skin traversed by her memories, she knew that this time she would live differently. Not with violence, but with cunning. Not with blood, but with style. And, for the first time in two lives, she would find her happy ending because from now on she was Aurora Rossetti and everything she did not enjoy she would enjoy in this new opportunity.
Aurora Rinaldi.
Sabrina Cortesi.
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