Homeless little girl crashes millionaire’s wedding screaming. Don’t eat that cake. Don’t eat it for the love of God. When the bride finally noticed a shocking detail on the cake, she stepped back completely horrified. I need to warn her. She can’t eat that cake. She can’t. She needs to know what they did, whispered little Giana, a fragile, homeless girl.

 

 

 As she ran non-stop through the dark alleys, leading to the back of a luxurious banquet hall, the girl’s chest heaved, rising and falling as if it would burst. Her thin, malnourished legs nearly gave out at each step, but the urgency she felt was greater than the exhaustion.

 With every second, the image of the bride standing before the cake flashed in her mind, and the despair tightened her little racing heart. When she finally spotted her destination, Giana paused for a brief moment, breathing quickly and staring ahead. The colorful lights of the hall reflected outside, while the loud music revealed the excitement of the party.

 From outside, through the iron bars, she could see some of the guests, all elegant. It felt like there was an entire world separating her from those well-dressed people. Suddenly, a man’s firm and cheerful voice echoed through the sound system. The master of ceremonies announced it was time for the bride and groom to cut the cake. “Please come closer. The big moment has arrived.” The male voice boomed.

 The girl’s heart nearly leapt from her chest. “Oh god, there’s no time. She’s going to eat the cake,” she murmured to herself, her throat dry and eyes filling with tears. She looked around desperately until she spotted a small side door at the back of the hall. Right beside it, a distracted security guard lit a cigarette, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

 The girl didn’t think twice. She hardened her dirty little face and dashed forward, her heart pounding in her ears. This is my chance,” she whispered. In a flash, she darted past the man like lightning. The guard, startled, dropped his cigarette to the ground. “Hey, you brat, get back here, filthy little rat.

 You can’t go in there,” he shouted, sprinting after the girl. But Giana never looked back. All she felt was the cold floor under her bare feet and the deafening sound of the party growing louder with every step. Inside, just a few meters ahead, Larissa, the bride, beamed with pure happiness.

 She wore her flawless white gown, her eyes sparkling before the crowd of guests. With the knife in her delicate hands, she stood next to Brandon, her newly official husband. It was without a doubt the most anticipated moment of the day. The bride’s side, moved, ready to cut the majestic three- tier cake gleaming at the center of the celebration. Brandon, however, wore a very different smile.

 Unlike the joy Lissa radiated, his carried something mysterious, almost sinister. Leaning closer, he spoke in a tender tone. I want you to have the first bite, love. This is your day. Let’s cut it right here where the cherry is. Your favorite. The guests applauded enthusiastically, some recording with their phones in hand.

 The bride raised the knife, but before she could slice the first piece, a thin, desperate, powerful scream echoed through the entire hall. Stop. Don’t eat that cake. Don’t eat it for the love of God. Silence fell instantly. Conversation stopped. the music cut off and every eye turned toward the voice.

 There stood Giana, frozen in the middle of the hall, her torn, filthy clothes and frail body wreaking of the streets in stark contrast to the expensive perfumes of the guests. Her wide, frantic eyes and dirt streaked face drew gasps of shock. Even while panting, she took advantage of the silence to scream again, “You can’t eat that cake. You can’t.” The entire hall erupted in chaos.

 Lissa, trembling, dropped the knife onto the table with a dull thud. Her eyes filled with confusion. “But but what is this girl talking about? Who who is she?” she asked aloud, completely bewildered. Brandon, on the other hand, reacted instantly. His smile vanished completely, replaced by pure rage. Oh, this is all I needed.

 Who let this filthy creature in here?” he shouted, turning his head in every direction, searching for the guards. As the security guards failed to appear, his indignation grew louder, enough to frighten some guests. “This is ridiculous. Do we have no security left in this place?” His eyes finally locked on the guard still chasing Giana.

 Brandon, furious, pointed directly at him. You, what were you doing that you didn’t notice this disgusting little thing walking in here? The security guard, red with embarrassment, froze in place. Cold sweat dripped as he realized his mistake could cost him his job. I I’m sorry, sir. I stopped to smoke a cigarette, he stammered.

 The groom let out a loud mocking laugh that echoed through the hall. A cigarette? So I pay you to guard this place and instead of doing the job you’re paid to do, you decide to stop for a smoke? The guard lowered his head in despair. Once again, I apologize, sir. Brandon clenched his fists and spat out his words with contempt. Apologies won’t make your mistake any less serious.

 I want you to take this creature out of here now. Get this filthy thing out of my wedding immediately. The groom’s tone struck not only the guard but also Giana. Yet the girl tried not to let it shake her. She took a deep breath, lifted her head, and shouted again, her eyes fixed on the bride, “Please, you have to listen to me. Don’t eat that cake.

” The guests began whispering, exchanging glances. Some laughed nervously. Others muttered indignantly, and soon the entire hall was thrown into a wave of confusion. Lissa, trembling, grabbed her husband’s arm, seeking some reassurance, some certainty that nothing was wrong. “Baby,” she murmured in a low, confused tone.

 Brandon inhaled deeply, his hands shaking with rage. He tried to smile at his wife, but his nerves were evident. “Hey, sweetheart. Look, everything’s going to be fine. Don’t worry,” he said through clenched teeth. Turning again, he shouted at the staff. “Will any of you do your damn job and get this girl out of here?” The homeless girl, realizing she’d soon be caught by the guards, bolted once again, but not before crying out one more time, “You need to listen to me.

” The guards rushed after her, but she seemed to draw strength from nowhere. She ran between the luxurious tables and shocked guests, dodging the heavy hands of the guards, chasing her relentlessly. “Oh, God, listen to me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking, her eyes desperately searching for the bride’s gaze.

 “You can’t eat the cake,” Larissa, the bride, stared at the girl with a confused expression, unable to grasp what was happening. The child’s words seemed disconnected, swallowed by desperation. Her heart tightened, but she remained frozen. At that moment, a new voice rose above the chaos. Patricia, made of honor and Lissa’s best friend, stepped forward with firm strides. Her voice was sharp.

This is absolutely ridiculous. People, this is a wedding. We need to keep order. The woman approached the main table and gently laid her hand on the bride’s shoulder as if offering comfort. She smiled sweetly, though her eyes carried a strange coldness that few would notice.

 Today is the happiest day of my dear friend’s life,” she said softly, almost tenderly. Then she leaned in slightly and added, “Everything has to be perfect, right, darling?” Lissa, still trembling, nodded her head, forcing a small, restrained smile. She felt comforted by her friend’s gesture, even though her heart was still gripped by confusion.

 “Everything is so confusing,” thought the bride, her eyes filling with quiet melancholy. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and now all this chaos has broken out.” She sighed, trying to hide her distress. The smile on her face faltered, but held, unwilling to show weakness before the guests. “But why?” she wondered silently.

“What reason would this child have to do this?” Lissa had never seen that girl before. She was sure Brandon didn’t know her either. None of it made sense. The bride tried in vain to find answers in her mind. But despite all the confusion, something inside her couldn’t see malice in the child.

 Poor thing, she thought, studying the girl more closely. Torn clothes, dirty face, bare feet, and a pleading gaze from the murmurss of disgust around her. Lissa realized that everyone else saw the girl as despicable. But what she felt was compassion, almost maternal. “Who is this girl? Where are her parents?” The bride’s heart squeezed tighter.

 She had always dreamed of being a mother, but never reflected on lives so far from her own. She came from a wealthy family, never lacked for anything, had a quality education, traveled abroad. Her life had been nothing but privilege, and she had never thought about those who lived outside that golden bubble. Her revery was interrupted by another desperate scream. Don’t eat it.

Giana, agile as a cat, dodged the security guards, weaving between tables and chairs. Her eyes darted from the bride to the cake and from the cake back to the bride, as if her life depended on stopping that moment. Lissa began to feel an uncomfortable pang in her chest, a doubt, a fear. Could she be telling the truth? Could there be something on the cake? She tried to shake the thoughts away, shaking her head.

No, that’s impossible. There’s no way this girl could know something like that. Or could she? The jumbled thoughts left her even more confused. But her heart whispered that something was wrong. After all, there was no reason for a child in rags to slip into a luxurious party just to shout those words.

 On impulse, Lissa turned to the two nearest her, the groom and the maid of honor, and whispered, “What if I hear what she has to say?” Patricia widened her eyes, outraged, “What? You’re not thinking straight, friend? That girl’s a little delinquent, trying to get attention to see if we’ll give her something.” The bride hesitated, glancing again at the child.

 “Could she be hungry?” she asked sincerely. The maid of honor let out a short, scornful laugh. “Hungry? She’s a scammer, Lissa. There have been so many of these pickpockets around lately. Patricia then turned her gaze to Brandon, seeking his support. The groom sighed, irritated, and spoke in a firm tone. Patricia’s right, love.

 You can’t see the evil in people. Your heart’s too pure.” He interlaced his fingers with the brides, giving a gentle caress, trying to convince her. Lissa lowered her eyes. Insecure. She’s just a child,” she murmured, feeling the doubt hammer in her mind again. Patricia was blunt without hesitation. “She’s a criminal,” the shock made Lissa open her eyes wide.

 “What do you mean a criminal?” she asked, confused. The maid of honor crossed her arms, repeating firmly, “A criminal? Yes. She’s making things up to take advantage of the moment and steal from someone if there aren’t others like her here already. Quietly pocketing guests belongings while she makes this whole scene.

 Brandon took advantage of the moment, moving even closer to his wife. He wrapped his arm around her waist as if to convey protection and confidence and spoke in an almost dididactic tone. Like I said, my love, you don’t see the wickedness in the world. Those kids you see around come with sad stories to soften our hearts and get money. They’re all con artists.

 And this girl running through our party scaring our guests is one of them. His words invaded Lissa’s mind. But when she looked again at little Giana, her face sweaty and desperate. Something in her heart insisted the situation wasn’t what her husband and maid of honor claimed. Patricia turned her gaze again to the street girl who still ran, dodging those responsible for the party’s security.

 Why aren’t these incompetent guards doing anything? You useless ones. Get this filthy girl out of here. At that moment, Giana was grabbed brutally by one of the guards, his hand closed firmly around her thin, filthy arm. “No!” she screamed, utterly desperate. She twisted, trying to escape, but her efforts were useless.

 The man was big and strong, while she was weak, her body consumed by hunger and the fatigue of the chase. Brandon, the groom, used the scene to reinforce his argument. He approached Lissa and spoke gently in a low tone, attempting to calm his wife. “Love, don’t you see? She’s just a delinquent looking for attention.” His voice was soft, enveloping. There was something in the way he spoke that made Lissa’s heart slow even amid the chaos.

 Patricia meanwhile shot a quick decisive look at the guard like a silent order. That gesture was enough for the man to obey immediately. He grabbed Giana by the other arm and ignoring her pleased began dragging her toward the exit. With each step, the girl’s resistance lessened. Her bare feet scraped the polished floor of the hall. Even so, she screamed one more time.

 A final cry that echoed louder than any other that day. “Please believe me. If you eat that cake, you will die.” The girl’s scream left the guests in complete silence. Lissa, still frozen before the cake, felt a tightness in her chest. Her eyes locked on the girl in front of her, watching her disappear into the hall.

 The child’s voice, being dragged away, grew more and more distant until the space was filled only by the weight of her last words. Words the bride repeated softly, fixing them in her mind. If you eat the cake, you will die. But to understand what was really happening at that wedding, to know if something was hidden in that cake, and to discover who that little girl was, it was necessary to go back in time. The sun shone intensely that day.

 After an entire week of heavy rains, the sky was finally clear, as if nature itself had decided to offer a gift. For Giana, that simple detail was enough to rekindle a little hope. Maybe this could be a better day. She walked slowly through a city park. Since it was a weekday, the place was nearly empty.

 That was a relief for her because on weekends when the park filled with families strolling, her presence was seen as a nuisance. People would give her dirty looks, whisper to each other, and soon the park guard would come over asking her to leave. That morning, Lyanna had woken up to the distant sound of cars. She had spent the night inside a tunnel alongside other homeless people.

 An elderly woman, also without a home, had lent her a thin blanket to face the biting cold. But even when she managed to sleep with some warmth, she would wake up with nothing, since others often took advantage of her fragility to steal her few belongings. Janna’s stomach achd.

 It had been two full days since she had eaten anything at all. Not even digging through trash bins had brought her any luck. The people who handed out soup to the homeless only came on weekends, and she would have to fend for herself until then. With difficulty, she decided to leave the park. She knew she’d hardly find anything to eat there. The heat of the sun grew heavier with each step, and her frail body staggered, but she pressed on. After a few blocks, she came face to face with a huge supermarket.

Her eyes lit up. food,” she thought, almost unable to believe it. Maybe she could sneak in and grab a piece of fruit. She had seen other street kids do it, but soon a pang of guilt struck her mind. “But that’s not right,” she reflected, biting her cracked lips. She kept walking until she reached the back of the supermarket where there was a large dumpster. Her eyes widened.

“Do they throw away expired food here?” She wondered silently, glancing around. The street was deserted, no cars or people in sight. She took a deep breath and climbed over the fence that separated the sidewalk from the dumpster. Getting closer, she realized she would have to climb in if she wanted to find something.

 “At least the lid is open,” she muttered, trying to convince herself. The dumpster was only half full, but to Giana it was like finding treasure. Inside were chocolate bars, packs of cookies, and even some drinks. All expired. Without thinking twice, she grabbed a chocolate bar and tore the wrapper open in a rush. She took a huge bite, closing her eyes as the flavor spread through her mouth.

 So good,” she whispered, a genuine smile spreading across her face. She couldn’t understand why anyone would throw that away. But at that moment, it didn’t mortar. She found a carton of milk, opened it, and drank in quick gulps. The sour taste burned down her throat, but she only took a deep breath.

 “I’m too hungry to be picky about what I eat,” she thought. She sat inside the dumpster, savoring every piece of chocolate as if it were the best of her life. “I’ve never eaten chocolate this good. From now on, this will be my favorite chocolate,” she murmured to herself, though she knew she had no real choice of favorites. It had been a long time since her life allowed her that kind of luxury.

 She set the spoiled milk carton aside when something caught her attention, a soda can. “I can’t believe it.” she exclaimed, her eyes shining. She used to drink leftovers forgotten on restaurant tables. But ever since the streets had become her home, she had never had a whole can just for herself. She crouched to grab it, opened it quickly, but the built-up gas made the liquid spray out, staining her shirt even more.

 “Oh no, I spilled it all over me,” she said, laughing at herself, glancing at the wet clothes. She quickly shrugged and brought the can to her lips. The soda was warm, flat, and tasted weird, but none of that mattered. She closed her eyes and drank long gulps, happy, because that can was hers alone. The girl ate a few more things. Giana, lost among the trash, still held crumbs and scraps that others threw away, savoring every piece as if it were a rare gift.

 The heat of the day and the city’s smell mixed with the clinging taste of chocolate in her mouth. “I need to take something for later,” she thought, and her small hand began rummaging the bottom of the dumpster again. Blindly, carefully, she searched for a bag. Any piece of plastic where she could stash more food, the hope of saving something for another time gave her a simple, urgent purpose.

 When Giana climbed out of the dumpster, ready to jump the fence and return to the alley, a distinct sound cut the air. Footsteps. Someone was approaching. She turned slowly. There, a few meters away, stood a very well-dressed man, followed by an equally well-dressed woman. The fright stiffened her muscles.

 Being seen by those two could mean trouble. Instinctively, she decided to hide. She slipped behind the dumpster, pressing her small body between the metal and the shadow. breathing softly, trying to be invisible. Outside, the woman approached in heels that clicked on the pavement, she greeted the man with a warm voice.

 “Hey, big guy,” said the high heeled woman, embracing him and running her long nails down the back of his neck. The man replied with affection and apparent confidence. “Hi, my beauty,” he said, kissing the woman and hugging her tightly. The gesture was intimate, comfortable, like a couple who considers each other theirs.

 The woman with a provocative air turned to tease about the talk of the square. “How’s your annoying little fiance doing?” She leaned against the wall and pulled a lipstick and a compact mirror from her purse, touching up her face with indifference. He shot back with a sneering smile. “Come on, Patricia, don’t talk about your best friend like that. I thought you were happy about the wedding.

 After all, you’re the bride’s maid of honor.” The words came with that mockery only someone used to manipulating can put in their tone. Patricia began to laugh. A loud shrill laugh which to Giana hiding there sounded like the cruel cackle of a witch. Haha. Oh, Brandon, do me a favor. Okay. The only good thing about this wedding is the inheritance that that fool will leave you when she’s gone.

 The sentence fell like poison into the air, cold and direct. Brandon, aware of the risk of being overheard, lowered his voice and glanced around. Keep it down, Patricia. He made a shushing gesture with his hand. “Do you want someone to hear us? If that happens, we’re screwed,” he warned hurriedly.

 “Hidden!” Janna shrank even further behind the dumpster, breathing shallowly, but her eyes stayed fixed on the couple. She could see and hear every syllable. She didn’t know the bride’s name, but chills ran down her spine as she realized the conspiratorial tone in their voices. Patricia couldn’t hold back. “What, Brandon? Can’t I speak the truth anymore?” The question came full of sarcasm and impatience. Brandon tried to justify himself, attempting to calm his partner.

“I honestly don’t know why you’re so stressed these days, Patricia. Everything is going exactly as we planned. I don’t understand you.” His irritation showed, a mix of fatigue and expectation. The woman turned to confront him. “Do you think this is easy for me, Brandon?” Her voice took on an emotional edge, revealing frustration.

 The man, losing patience, ran his hand through his hair. “What are you talking about? For God’s sake,” it seemed an old tension between them was surfacing. Something beyond this momentary conversation, Patricia answered frankly. “I’ll say it again. Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you hugging and kissing her like you’re a couple in love?” She spoke as one who claims what she believes is owed to her.

 He surprised questioned again. “So that’s the problem?” asking and at the same time seeking confirmation of what he felt. She couldn’t contain herself. Of course it is. It bothers me to see her touching you as if you belonged to her. You’re my Brandon, only mine. The words were possessive, full of jealousy and claim.

 Slowly, the man threw the responsibility back. It was you who had the idea for me to scam her so we could get the money. You thought she’d fall in love with me without me having to touch her. There was an attempt in his voice to pull the thread of the plan back, a reminder that the scheme came from them.

 The woman, teasing, pouted and said, “Sometimes I think you like me.” The phrase hinted at something, playing with the idea of feeling. Brandon denied it vehemently. “Like who? That fool Lissa.” He shook his head emphatically in disdain. “Hey, look at me. I like you. I like a real woman, not a little sap who looks like a dead fly. You’re my great love, only you.

” The declaration came rough and definitive. Patricia, satisfied with the possessiveness, ran her hand possessively over his arms. “She really is dumb, huh?” The complicity between them grew more evident with each taunt, Brandon recounted proudly. “Of course. Can you believe she let me pick everything for the wedding?” I practically planned the whole party myself.

 I think if it weren’t for that silly superstition about seeing the dress before the wedding bringing bad luck, she’d have even let me choose that. His self-satisfied smile revealed arrogance and control. The woman smoothed her hair must by his kiss and murmured, “Yeah, but we’ll be free tomorrow.” On her face was the expectation of what would come next, a promise of relief. Brandon confirmed, calm and fatalistic.

Yes, the poison will be in the cherry on the cake. The short sentence landed like a verdict. Patricia only laughed at their cleverness. Our idea was brilliant. Lissa is crazy about cherries. Their complicity turned the poison into a cruel joke. Brandon reaffirmed, “I know. I thought of everything.” And in an intimate gesture, he hugged Patricia, planting kisses on her neck. Tomorrow that idiot will be dead.

 I’ll be a millionaire widowerower and you’ll be the one to console me. The words were like blades to Giana. Hidden, she heard everything in horror. Although she didn’t know Lissa personally, she had a clear sense that the bride was too good to deserve such a betrayal. Betrayed by those she trusted, Giana remained there, cramped behind the dumpster, her body shaking, hands clenching the air, while the certainty of what she had heard slowly and heavily formed in her chest.

“They’re going to kill a woman or they’re going to kill the bride,” the little homeless girl whispered to herself quietly so they wouldn’t hear. Still at the back of the supermarket, the two crooks continued scheming. I can’t believe I’ll own all of this tomorrow.” Patricia stretched out her arms and indicated the surroundings.

 Her gesture swept the shine of the business as if it were already hers. There was an open pleasure in her voice at the thought of future power. Brandon let out a low laugh, and shaking his head said, “I’ll own all of this, right, my love? Don’t forget that I’m the one marrying that pushover.” The taunt came in that confident tone, the crooked smile betraying the ambition that had been growing between them.

 Listen, Brandon, what do you mean by that? Don’t forget, I’m the one who introduced you to Lissa, okay? If I wanted to destroy you, she’d never look at you again.” Patricia spoke as if owning what she believed to be her right. There was a threat in her words, a boundary set with the venom of a false friendship.

 “You wouldn’t do that,” he replied, trying to sound sure, but a small nervousness trembled in his voice. “Try crossing me,” she shot back, not sparing the hardness. The warning hung in the air with weight. At that point, Brandon pushed Patricia against the wall and held her face in his hands. My Patitia, my love, you may have introduced me to that dumb Larissa, but you’re involved in this dirt as much as I am. Don’t forget, we’re a team.

 If I fall, you fall with me.” His voice mixed affection and threat, as if reaffirming the dark alliance between them. There, Giana understood. Lissa owned the supermarket chain, and the woman’s life was in danger. The revelation hit the girl like a stone in the chest, making her eyes widen. Everything made sense in a cruel way. The two were running a con on the woman to seize her entire fortune.

 The shock made the girl step on a soda can, making a noise. The metallic sound was sharp and treacherous, echoing against the alley walls and reaching the two as they spoke. The small accident shattered the disguise of silence Janna had tried to maintain. What was that? asked Brandon, startled. It came from near the dumpster. I’ll go check it out. Brandon turned toward the dumpster.

 A quick, curious move, bringing him closer to the little homeless girl’s hiding spot. No, Brandon. No need. It must be a rat. Patricia pulled him by the hand, trying to keep him close. Really? He asked, looking curiously toward the dumpster. Yes, I’m sure the employees of this pigsty probably don’t do anything right.

No one must respect that pushover. But don’t worry, when we’re running all of this, I already have a list of people I want to fire. She spoke with certainty, as if it was already hers, as if Lissa were already dead. The words were cold, calculated. Take it easy, Patricia. We can’t do anything reckless. I don’t want people to think we had an affair.

 You need to control yourself or nothing will work out for us. We have to stick to the plan. Brandon spoke firmly like someone organizing a strategy. Even as a child, Diana noticed the coldness in his voice. No matter that the initial ideas had come from Patricia, she was certain he was the mastermind of the relationship.

 Brandon’s conviction sounded dangerous and direct to her. Fine, fine, whatever. But what I want to know is how does the poison work? Is it immediate or will we have to wait a bit for her to kick the bucket? The cruel question came out naturally, as if they were talking about the weather and not someone’s life, Brandon sighed. The person who sold it to me said the poison starts working in 5 minutes, but it can take up to 15 minutes for her to die. The answer was cold and technical.

 With not a shred of remorse, he calculated time as if planning a party. The violence of it chilled Giana to her core. Poor thing. She’ll be agonizing in the middle of the party. Patricia said it with a grin from ear to ear. She couldn’t hide the perversity in her voice. Her smile seemed almost childish, but carried monstrosity. Giana was horrified.

 The girl didn’t know what to do. The world felt like it was tilting toward a dark abyss. What are you doing tonight? Brandon started kissing the woman again. I was thinking about having my bachelor party at our little spot. How about going there straight after work? Honey, I’d love to, but I have to meet that boring Lissa, she said, rolling her eyes. The disdain in her voice was obvious.

Don’t tell me that pushover is throwing a bachelorette party. Brandon laughed at the very thought. The laugh mocked what they considered the victim’s naivity. Of course not. I even suggested it. I thought about hiring some go- go dancers for a girl’s night, but she didn’t want it. That idiot thinks it’s infidelity.

Oh, if she only knew the things you do behind closed doors with me. I’m going to meet her because she has the final dress fitting and she wants my opinion. Patricia said it with a gesture as if about to throw up. Her contempt was absolute. They went back inside the supermarket and Giana stayed behind the dumpster a while longer. Thoughtful.

Could I do something? They’re going to kill her. I can’t let this happen. The anguish grew so strong it felt suffocating. But along with the despair, a determination was born. She couldn’t stay still.

 The little homeless girl left the supermarket and returned to the park where she sat on a bench reflecting on her past. The wind rustled the leaves. The bench was cold and the breeze the breeze carried her back into the past. Giana had not always lived on the streets. She had once lived happily with her parents, had a normal childhood. Her father owned a bakery. He was a baker and her mother made sweets. They had a humble life, but love was never lacking.

 Marissa, Giana’s mother, always taught her daughter to be kind to people, reminding her that one day life would repay all the kindness she gave. Sitting there with her hands clasped and her eyes lost in thought, Janna remembered her mother’s lessons. “Always do good, my little one. Help others without expecting anything in return.

 Do this and God will bless your life,” Marissa would say, remembering her mother. A tear rolled down the girl’s face. “I miss you, Mom,” she whispered to herself. She then remembered her home, the smell of bread her father used to bake at the bakery. The girl’s life and her family were good until the rumors began, quickly spreading through the humble neighborhood where Giana lived with her parents.

 They were talked about on every corner. A subway station was to be built there. The news brought fear to some and hope to others, but it soon became clear what it meant. A big developer wanted to buy all the properties on the street, demolish the houses, and raise modern buildings. One by one, the houses were sold and the neighboring families left. But Jana’s father remained stubborn. “No one is taking us from here.

 No one,” he would say to his wife and daughter. There was no amount of money in the world that would make him give up the bakery. the same one that had been in the family for generations. Ever since his grandfather had needed the first loaf by hand. For him, that place was not just a business. It was memory, heritage, sweat, and pride. Then, on a fateful night, fate was cruel.

 A devastating fire consumed the bakery. The flames took over the place within minutes. Janna’s father ran and managed to get his daughter out of the back house. But when he went back for his wife, it was too late. Trapped between smoke and flames, both of them died in the fire. “Dad, mom, no!” the girl cried, watching the fire consume not only her home, but her family. Giana’s world collapsed.

 With no close relatives, she was sent to an orphanage. The developer, taking advantage of the criminal fire they called a tragedy, took possession of the bakery’s land. Giana was only 5 years old when it all happened. Years passed and life in the orphanage brought no comfort.

 On the contrary, she learned the weight of neglect, cruelty, and indifference. Abused, diminished, without love or care, she could take no more. That was when she decided to run away. From then on, she lived on the streets, surviving as she could, carrying painful memories and a constant longing for her parents. Back in the present, with her eyes lost in the sky, Giana let the words escape as a plea. “Mother, help me make a decision.

” The girl lifted her eyes to the clear blue above her. The longing for her parents felt like a wound that never healed, but she always remembered her mother, Marissa’s words. All the good we do comes back to us a thousand times over. Always help others, my princess. Believing that her mother, wherever she was, could send signs, the little girl begged, “Please, Mom.” Gripping her small hands, “I don’t know what to do.

” That woman’s life is in danger. At that moment, a yellow butterfly appeared out of nowhere, fluttering its wings gently until it landed on the girl’s right shoulder. Her heart warmed. She was sure then it was her mother sending a message. The answer was before her. Giana had to help the bride.

 Meanwhile, Lissa was meeting Patricia after work for the final dress fitting. The bride’s heart was fluttering, but she smiled at her friend. “I’m so happy, my friend,” the viper replied with feigned interest, though her tone was cold. “That’s great, friend. But why the dress fitting now? Is there a problem? Wasn’t everything already settled?” The maid of honor wanted to be sure there were no suspicions.

Nothing could go wrong at this wedding. Lissa shook her head serenely and explained. Honestly, Potty, the seamstress just called me in to tweak the final details, more to see how the whole look will come together. You know, the dress with the veil, the bouquet, those things. The two were in the car on the way to the bridal shop. Patricia narrowed her eyes, nervous.

But you didn’t need me for this, right, Li? That’s what’s making me curious. You made a point of having me come. Inside, the venomous snake’s thoughts boiled. Could she be suspecting something? Could she know anything? Lissa, unaware of the tension, smiled and confessed, “Pati, it’s just that I’m nervous about the wedding, and since you’ve been my best friend for so many years, I thought we could do this together and then have a girls night to chat.” Patricia inwardly sighed with relief. The danger had

passed. Her private thoughts, however, were pure mockery. “That one is really clueless. She can’t see what’s right under her nose.” They arrived at the shop, and Lissa put on the white dress. When she saw herself in the mirror, the bride’s heart raced. “It’s perfect,” she thought, overwhelmed.

 The gown was lace with long sleeves reaching her hands, a fitted corset that cinched the waist and a voluminous skirt fit for a princess. A long veil completed the ensemble, trailing to the floor. Looking at her reflection, the deluded woman’s eyes filled with tears. Emotion took over.

 “I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately,” the bride said, wiping a tear that stubbornly ran down her left cheek. Patricia aside, rolled her eyes in thought. “Oh, please, here she comes, talking about her dead little ex-husband. Spare me. He left her a nice fat savings account. I’m sure she’s much happier now than when he was alive.

” But of course, the maid of honor couldn’t reveal the poison of her thoughts. She swallowed the words and feigned concern. She stepped closer, hugging Lissa from the side with false affection. My dear, tell me everything. Let it out, said the fake friend. You know, I thought I’d never love another person the way I loved Renan. He was my first love.

 The bride’s voice trembled, heavy with memories that still weighed on her heart. Indeed, Larissa had been married before. Right after finishing college, she and Renaol wed. They had a beautiful love story. He was kind, attentive, a man of character, generous in a rare way. For Larissa, Renon had been everything. But four years earlier, returning from a conference, tragedy struck. A car accident took his life.

Since that day, Lissa believed she’d never be able to open her heart again. She carried grief and longing in every sigh until the woman she thought was her best friend introduced her to Brandon. Fate seemed to toy with her. But the inevitable happened. Lissa fell in love again. Poor thing.

 Not knowing that this time she loved a monster. Now about to marry, she confessed. Sometimes I feel like it all happens so fast. It hasn’t even been a year since Brandon and I got together and now we’re getting married. I don’t know. Patricia, always attentive, wrapped the bride in an embrace and said, “Lari, look at me.” Lissa lifted her tearfilled eyes.

 Patricia kept the sweet tone, but her words hid envy and venom. I’m sure that wherever Renan is, he’s watching over you, and he’s very happy you opened yourself to love again. Inside, the viper felt repulsion. Each word was like swallowing gore that burned her throat, not because she cared for Lissa, but because she was dying of jealousy at seeing her lover marry someone else.

 Tomorrow that dies and I can have Brandon and the money all to myself. She just needs to sign the marriage papers and then goodbye, fool, she thought, squeezing Lissa in a fake hug with a practiced smile. Meanwhile, Giana had already discovered where Lissa was trying on the bridal gown. It wasn’t hard.

 Used to living on the streets, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and knew where the biggest bridal atelier in town was, where the most powerful women went to have their wedding dresses made. Driven by the desperation to stop the tragedy, she ran there. Her chest heaved, but determination kept her going. “I need to get into that shop,” she whispered before approaching the entrance.

 She tried the front door, but a security guard immediately blocked her. In a panic, she shouted, “Please, I need to speak to the woman inside the shop. Please let me in.” The man crossed his arms, firm and intimidating. “Listen here, girl. If you don’t get those filthy little feet out from in front of this shop, I’ll call the police on you. Do you hear me?” Giana, not giving up, pleaded.

Please, it’s important. Could you please deliver a message to her? The guard looked her up and down. Her face was dirty, her clothes in tatters, her feet bare. He thought to himself, “There’s nothing for this poor thing in there. Only fancy people. But if I don’t get rid of her, she could cause a scene and I might get blamed and lose my job.

” He took a deep breath and begrudgingly answered, “Okay, okay. Tell me the message and then get out of here. The girl didn’t waste time. There’s a lady in there. Her name is Lissa. She’s getting married tomorrow, but there’s a man and a woman planning to poison her at the wedding. Please, it’s important. You need to tell her. It’s her fiance and a friend. Please warn her.

The security guard shrugged, pretending to listen, but soon snarled. Yeah, yeah, now scram, filthy little girl. Go on, move. Janna ran off, but instead of leaving, she hid behind a post a little farther ahead, her heart pounded. “My god, he’s not going to tell her,” she thought, biting her lip in despair.

She waited for a few minutes, but the guard never left his post to warn anyone. Then she saw two women leaving together. one she hadn’t seen before, but who carried a sincere smile, and the other the other made her entire body shiver. It was the same woman she had seen at the back of the supermarket. The two got into a car.

 Without thinking twice, the little homeless girl tried to run after the vehicle as it pulled away, but she was stopped brutally by the same guard who grabbed her arm with force. Giana screamed in despair. No. A few minutes later, Larissa arrived at her mansion. The bride was deep in thought.

 The wedding was near, and the mix of anxiety and memories of the past gave her no peace. In silence, her heart still echoed Ral’s name. Patricia was by her side. She would spend the night at the mansion to help her on the big day to come. As they entered Lissa’s bedroom, they came face to face with Brandon. He smiled and walked toward the bride. “Hi, my love,” he said, moving in to hug her.

 Patricia felt a wave of nausea watching her lover kiss the woman she called her best friend. “Disgusting,” she thought, her face heating up with rage. The kisses between Brandon and Lissa dragged on for minutes, and Patricia could no longer hide her fury. On impulse, she blurted out loud, “Save some for the honeymoon, Brandon.

” The groom pulled back slightly, raised an eyebrow, and gave a cynical smile. He looked directly at the viper, irony stamped on his lips. “Sorry, Patty. It’s just that I love my little bride so much I can’t stay a second away from her,” he said, hugging Lissa even tighter. The bride smiled, oblivious to the silent exchange of venom between the two.

 The bride smiled, oblivious to the silent exchange of venom between the two. “Stop it, love. You’re making Potty embarrassed.” To Lissa, it was proof of her luck. She had a passionate groom by her side. Looking at Patricia, she sincerely wished her friend would one day find someone who made her as happy as Brandon did. Poor thing, little did she know the truth.

 Patricia decided to make small talk with Brandon and Lissa to disguise her jealous outburst. So, Brandon, are you having a bachelor party tonight? The question came out light in her voice with a restrained giggle. Patricia already knew the answer. Their plan was in place.

 Once Lissa fell asleep, she and Brandon would spend the night together in the mansion’s guest house, while pushover Lissa suspected nothing. The giggle slipped again, short and suggestive. No, of course not. I don’t like those things. Maybe I’ll meet some friends. We thought of playing cards. Something quiet, ending early. After all, tomorrow I need to be rested for the happiest day of my life.

” Brandon spoke naturally with a calm tone that mixed indifference and convenience. Lissa broke into a wide smile at his words, winking at her friend, remembering their conversation at the bridal shop. Patricia then asked another question. “And the cake, what flavor is it again?” The question came out casual, almost silly, but soon Brandon’s eyes met his lovers as if to confirm a pact. She smiled unhurried. “Oh, it’s Black Forest.

 Brandon chose it,” Lissa answered, delighted with every detail planned for the day. “Of course, I know how much you love cherries. It couldn’t be anything else,” said the groom, placing a kiss on Lissa’s forehead. The gesture was tender, and the bride responded with eyes that sparkled. “How thoughtful!” Patricia stepped closer to the two with that voice meant to sound affectionate.

“Come on, I want a hug from both of you. You know you’re my favorite couple. I hope I’m lucky enough to find a guy like Brandon someday.” “With all due respect, my friend.” The three laughed, a comfortable sound that filled the room. They hugged.

 Lissa didn’t notice Brandon’s almost instinctive gesture of smelling Patricia’s neck, taking in her perfume with a glance that lingered a second longer than necessary. Meanwhile, Giana continued on her path, trying to discover where the wedding reception would be held. Anguish guided her, and no matter how much she tried to get closer, the same security guard as before stood firm. When she tried to speak to him, he reacted harshly and threateningly, as if her presence were an unbearable nuisance.

 For a brief second, Tiana considered an extreme alternative, asking them to call the police. She thought that if she told the authorities everything she had heard, maybe someone would take it seriously and protect the bride. But fear consumed her. “What if they don’t believe me?” She hesitated in thought.

 “What if they send me back to the shelter?” The memory of the orphanage froze her courage. She couldn’t go back there, and yet she still needed to find out where the party would be. Only then can I save Miss Lissa. Determination pushed her heart forward. Back in the bedroom, Lissa broke the hug gently and said, “Guys, can you wait a minute? I need to check if they prepared the guest house for Pi.” The concern was practical.

 One last check before the big day. If they didn’t, don’t worry, my friend. I’m sure there are plenty of rooms available here in the mansion, said Patricia with a kind smile, offering reassurance in words that sounded inviting. I know, my friend, but we both know you’ll have more privacy in the guest house, especially since tomorrow we’ll all be getting ready here.

 You might wake up with all the noise of everyone arriving,” Lissa explained, thinking of the small logistics of the next day. “All right, my friend. Go ahead. We’ll wait here. The words were spoken warmly. Lissa gave her fianceé a quick peck and headed toward the guest house, light and confident.

 Once she left, Brandon pulled Patricia by the waist and whispered, “Come here, my delight.” His tone was intimate, dripping with something forbidden. “Are you crazy, Brandon?” in her bedroom,” Patricia answered, feigning a reproach that barely affected her. One hand on his chest pushed him lightly away.

 A game of theater between complicity and fake modesty. “What’s the problem? The way she is, I could kiss you in front of her, and she’d think it’s because we’re friends,” Brandon replied with shameless confidence, as if her naivity were a veil that covered them. Patricia burst out laughing, sly and complicit. You’re shameless. Brandon looked deep into her eyes, then let his gaze drop to Patricia’s lips.

I really am shameless, but you like it. The line came out provocative. Cocky, the viper shot back with false affection. Don’t tell me that’s not why you fell for me, he teased, lowering his voice as if to stir memories. Shut up and kiss me, Brandon. Patricia gave in. The kiss was quick, voracious, fire and gasoline, and it ended only when they heard a noise in the hallway. Startled, they broke apart.

 Patricia ran to the bathroom to cover, and Brandon got ready to leave, straightening his clothes calmly as if nothing had happened. That night, Patricia and Brandon spent most of the time together in the guest house. They laughed about trivial things and made plans as if they already owned the future they imagined without Lissa.

 Meanwhile, the bride slept, unaware of everything, like a peaceful angel in the main house. “Do you think she wrote vows?” Brandon asked casually as he massaged Patricia’s feet, an intimate gesture that revealed comfort. “Of course she wrote vows, Brandon. What a stupid question.” Patricia was already on her third glass of wine, her sarcasm broadened by the alcohol.

 Suddenly, her eyes widened and she sat up. “Wait, you didn’t write your vows.” “Don’t yell,” he hissed, taking a long sip from the glass. “Answer me, Brandon,” she pressed, almost hysterical. “Did you write the wedding vows or not?” “Of course not. What difference does it make? tomorrow she’ll be dead anyway,” Brandon replied with disdain, rolling his eyes as if he were talking about some trivial detail.

“She’ll only die if she marries you and eats the damn cake after the ceremony.” But none of that will happen if you’re an idiot and don’t write the stupid vows.” Patricia’s words sliced through the silence. Her face flushed red with anger, her eyes fixed on Brandon with controlled fury. Caught off guard, Brandon hadn’t thought of it that way.

Doubt struck him like a blow. “Damn,” he muttered, lowering his eyes. Patricia, impatient, stood up from the couch and held out her hand to him. “Come.” “Where, too?” Brandon asked, rising slowly, still not understanding. To write your vows. Thank me later, she answered, pulling him firmly. Meanwhile, Giana was once again in the same tunnel from the night before, preparing to sleep.

 The cold was biting, but the girl was already used to the harshness of the streets. The same elderly woman who had offered her the blanket the other day was there, too. The two drew close and began to talk. “Hey girl, how old are you?” asked the woman, covering Giana with the worn cloth in a gesture of affection. “I’m 10.

” “And you, ma’am,” replied the girl, adjusting the blanket over her shoulders. The woman let out a light laugh. “Please, May, ma’am is in heaven. But to answer your question, I’m 51.” Giana lifted her curious eyes. “What’s your name?” “Merry Lords.” “And you?” The woman answered in a warm tone. Deep inside, she felt a pang of pain.

 A child so young should not be enduring such suffering. Surviving on the streets was already cruel for adults, but for a child it was like carrying the weight multiplied a thousand times. My name is Giana, the girl said, her eyes still swollen from crying so much. Mary Lords watched her carefully. You look so sad, child. Did something happen? Janna’s eyes filled with tears again. It did, she answered, sobbing, her voice choked.

The woman leaned closer to her. “Do you want to talk about it?” the girl nodded and through tears told everything. She spoke about what she had overheard at the supermarket, about Brandon and Patricia, and also about her attempt to enter the bridal shop to warn Lissa. Mary listened intently without interruption and then summed it up in a question.

 “So now you want to find out where the wedding will be so you can warn the bride about what you discovered. Is that it?” Tiana confirmed, crying harder. “Yes, that’s it. But I don’t know where else to look.” Her voice was weak, as if hope itself was draining away. Mary Lords held her hand firmly. I think I can help you.

 The woman stood up and pulled the girl along. Come. Janna frowned, confused. Where are we going? Even exhausted, the girl let herself be guided. Mary knew a young man who often worked as a waiter at luxury parties. And if anyone could know about the wedding, it would be him. I know where he is right now,” the woman said with conviction. They walked for long minutes.

 Giana was tired, her body heavy, her feet aching from so much walking during the day, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when there was a chance to save Larissa. At last, they arrived at a crowded bar. Tables spilled out onto the sidewalk. A band played live music and the cheerful sound contrasted with Giana’s desperation.

 Suddenly, a tall, thin young man carrying a tray approached with a smile on his face. “Hi, Miss Mary.” Mary smiled back. “Hi, dear. How are you?” They exchanged a few quick words, simple pleasantries, until Mary got straight to the point. The young man named Kyle nodded in understanding.

 Look, I have to work, but my shift ends in about 40 minutes. If you want to wait for me, I’ll try to bring you something to eat.” His kindness warmed Janna’s heart, and she felt she could trust this stranger. Later, when his shift was over, Kyle came out to meet them. He carried a bag with some skewers inside. Giana grabbed one and began to eat with desperate hunger, as if her life depended on every bite.

Watching the girl devour the food, Kyle wanted to confirm. “Let me get this straight. They want to poison the bride. Is that it?” Giana nodded quickly, swallowing a piece of meat. “Yes, that’s it,” she answered firmly. Kyle turned to Mary, asking for her opinion. “Do you believe her?” Mary didn’t hesitate.

 “Of course, she’d have no reason to make up something like this. She doesn’t even know these people.” Kyle reflected for a moment and turned back to the girl. “You said the bride’s name is Lissa and the groom’s Brandon, right?” Giana nodded immediately. “Yes, that’s what I heard from their conversation.” Kyle took a deep breath.

 The wedding is going to be at that mansion. and the rich people use as a banquet hall near the historic center. He was sure because all his co-workers had been talking about that party, one of the biggest of the year. Mary seized on the information. Do you think you can get Giana into the party? Kyle shook his head, honest. No, I wasn’t assigned to work tomorrow and security will be tight.

 Seems the bride is filthy rich. Even if I were working, I couldn’t risk it. That would cost me my job. Giana, still with her eyes full of hope, tried to persuade. But you’d be saving someone’s life. Kyle sighed, weighing his words. That’s if they believe you, which might not happen. Anyway, I need to head home. Goodbye, Miss Mary and Giana. Good luck.

With his farewell, the feeling of urgency lingered in the air. Janna clutched the bag tightly, her stomach was satisfied, but her heart still in despair. She had one more piece of the puzzle, but time was running out, and Lissa’s fate still hung by a thread. That was when she made her decision. I’m going to crash that wedding, Miss Mary Lords.

I won’t let that woman die. And so the next night, little Giana stood outside the banquet hall, waiting anxiously for an opportunity to slip inside. At that moment, when the guard stopped to smoke a cigarette, she took her chance and ran. Ran as if there were no tomorrow into the hall.

 And just like that, we returned to the beginning of our story with Giana already inside, shouting that Lissa must not eat the cake or she would die. “Wait!” shouted Lissa suddenly, her firm voice echoing through the entire hall, silencing everyone. “What?” Brandon and Patricia exclaimed at the same time, in unison, surprised by the unexpected interruption.

 The guard, who was still holding Giana by the arm, froze in place. Though he didn’t loosen his grip on the girl, he couldn’t afford more mistakes. His eyes darted from the bride to the child, confused. “Why can’t I just have one peaceful workday?” he thought to himself, exasperated. Lissa took a deep breath and looked into the eyes of each guest present.

 The entire hall seemed consumed by doubt. Everyone was confused, not understanding what was happening. “Not even I understand what’s going on,” she sighed, turning her gaze back to Giana. In the eyes of that dirty, desperate little girl, something moved her deeply. “She’s just a child,” she murmured to herself.

 And as someone who had always wanted to be a mother, but never managed, Lissa felt something melt inside her chest. A flame of compassion was lit within her. She gathered her courage and declared so everyone could hear. “I want to hear the girl.” Giana’s eyes filled with tears instantly. It was a clear gesture of relief.

 She had been desperate to be heard. Lissa stepped forward and ordered firmly yet kindly, “Please let her go.” The guard, without arguing, immediately obeyed and loosened his grip, freeing the child. Brandon, alarmed, stepped closer and placed one hand on Lissa’s waist, a protective gesture, but also a controlling one.

 Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “My love, what are you doing? All the guests are watching. What are you going to do?” Lissa answered with serenity. I just want to hear what she has to say. What harm is there in that? Lissa had always been generous. She liked to listen to people to extend a helping hand.

 It was one of the qualities she was most proud of and also one of the reasons Rena, her late husband, always said he kept falling in love with her again and again. But apparently Brandon did not see it the same way. Love, you’re going to ruin the party. The groom tried to argue, his voice low and impatient. Patricia wasted no time in backing him up. My friend, don’t do this. This will turn into a disgrace.

 Lissa then turned to both of them, her groom and her maid of honor, and with a resigned smile, she counted aloud, “A child crashes my wedding, shouting that I’ll die if I eat the cake, and you think I’m worried about some possible embarrassment.” Brandon rolled his eyes, irritated. “How many times do I have to say she’s making this up to get our money?” But Lissa didn’t back down.

 “Either way, Brandon, I’m not eating the cake.” until I hear what this child has to say. She was determined she wouldn’t take that risk. Brandon and Patricia exchanged a quick glance. Lissa noticed, but interpreted it only as concern for the party, never imagining the true complicity hidden in that silent exchange. Lissa turned to Giana and called out, “Come here, child.

” The girl walked up to the table with the enormous cake. Her feet trembling, her heart racing, she thought. She has to believe me. And then, with her voice breaking, Tiana told everything. She explained that she had entered the supermarket looking for food, that she had seen Brandon and Patricia secretly together, and that she clearly heard them speak of their plan to poison Lissa at the wedding, using the cherry on the cake. Brandon exploded, red with rage.

 “This is ridiculous!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. Patricia was no less furious. “Someone get this little brat out of here!” she screamed as if she were about to rip the girl’s hair out with her bare hands. Lissa, firm, asked, “Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Giana, with tears streaming down her eyes, only nodded, repeating the gesture several times. The hall sank into a murmur of voices.

 Brandon and Patricia’s shouting now rose above the conversations of the shocked guests. This is impossible, Brandon said, trying to maintain authority. Patricia, desperate, leapt to defend herself. Larissa, are you really going to believe this brat? I’ve been your best friend for years. Lissa looked at them both, her heart tightening.

“Really, this is impossible?” she thought, trying to rationalize. But then her eyes returned to the girl. Giana wasn’t asking for anything in return. She didn’t want money nor gifts. She only begged to be heard. Looking at Brandon and Patricia, an uncomfortable feeling overtook Lissa.

 It was as if suddenly an enormous puzzle began to form in her mind. Each piece started fitting silently into place. Every glance, every gesture, every detail that once seemed like friendship or care now took on a new meaning. What if? She thought, frightened. Doubt corroded her mind, crashing over her like a turbulent wave. A storm of feelings invaded her.

 She remembered all the privileges Patricia had always enjoyed simply for being her friend, the expensive restaurants, the beauty salons, even the job she got, all funded by Lissa. and in a low voice, as if thinking out loud, she confessed. And come to think of it, it was her who introduced me to Brandon. Brandon panicked, lost control. Are you seriously thinking about believing this girl? For God’s sake, I’m your husband. The hall went silent again, waiting for the bride’s decision.

I had an idea, Janna shouted, her voice echoing through the entire hall. Everyone fell silent at once, turning their attention to the girl. Lissa’s breath caught in her chest while Brandon and Patricia froze. Giana pointed at the towering cake and then at Brandon.

 Then she said, “If what I’m saying is a lie, then you can eat the cake. Go ahead. Prove I’m a filthy liar like you called me. But take the piece with the cherry on top.” Brandon’s face twisted into a visible grimace, betraying his discomfort. “I’m not falling for your little game, girl.” He snapped, spitting out the words in fury.

 But Lissa turned to him and said firmly, “No, she’s right. What’s the problem with you eating the cake?” Brandon clutched his chest theatrically, as if offended. “Love, with all this confusion, just looking at the cake makes me sick. I can’t eat anything right now, but I’m sure Patricia can eat it to prove it isn’t poisoned. The reaction was immediate.

 Patricia’s eyes widened, and she screamed, her shrill voice cutting through the hall, “Excuse me, Brandon!” Her shout made Diana shrink, but their reactions were enough. Lissa felt the ground open beneath her feet. There it was, the confirmation. Brandon and Patricia’s expressions were all she needed to see. The girl was telling the truth.

 Lissa’s heart shattered into a million pieces. The pain of betrayal burned inside her. She thought of Rena, her first husband, the one who always loved her purely and truly. She compared, and guilt struck her, as if Renan’s memory was stained by letting two con artists come so close.

 But she quickly wiped her tears and told herself, “No, this isn’t my fault.” It wasn’t her fault that Brandon and Patricia were heartless monsters. The worst of all was realizing they had been planning to kill her all along. “This can’t be happening,” she murmured, her mind in turmoil. She stood tall before them and asked aloud, “How long?” Brandon blinked, figning confusion.

How long? What? Lissa raised her voice now full of rage. How long have you two been together? Deceiving me? Laughing behind my back? Tell me, Brandon. Brandon tried to defend himself, spitting hatred toward Giana. You can’t possibly be believing what this filthy brat is saying. Lissa didn’t back down.

 Her face burned with fury. You must think I’m some kind of idiot, don’t you? It’s obvious you two set this up. This girl has no reason to lie. I’m not stupid. Patricia laughed mockingly, moving closer to Brandon as if to display her venom. Oh, but you are stupid. Really stupid. You’re so stupid. You must think we fell in love and started an affair behind your back.

 when in reality we were already together long before I introduced Brandon to you. Every word was a dagger. Lissa took a deep breath, but her voice came out broken with pain and anger. So, it was all part of a plan from the very beginning. Patricia burst into laughter and shouted, “Finally, the little fool woke up.” The crack echoed loudly through the hall. The slap Lissa gave Patricia made all the guests gasp in shock.

 The viper clutched her cheek, already red and screamed, “You You hit me!” She lunged at Larissa, but the security guards intervened quickly, holding her by the arms. Brandon was also restrained when he tried to move closer, thrashing furiously. Even restrained, he still tried to argue, his voice desperate. My love, listen to me. I love you.

 I would never do anything like this against you. You have to believe me. But Lissa no longer had any doubts. With firm steps, she walked up to the stage where the band was. She grabbed the microphone and positioned herself before all the guests. Her voice echoed through the entire hall. I want to thank you all for being here, but for obvious reasons, the party is cancelled.

 I could carry on, but I don’t know how far these two scoundrels were willing to go. So, I’ll have all the food collected and sent for testing. She then turned to one of the tables where her lawyer sat with his wife. Mr. Victor, I think you can file for the enulment of this marriage. After all, I don’t want anything tying me to this vermin.

 The lawyer nodded and immediately stood up to make a phone call. Meanwhile, the security guards had already called the police, and just a few minutes later, the officers entered the hall and placed Brandon and Patricia under arrest. The two kept shouting, but they were taken away under booze and looks of indignation. Sometime later, the trial was swift.

 Brandon and Patricia were convicted of attempted murder. Their cold and calculated plan was exposed before everyone. Lissa obtained the enulment of the marriage. After all the turmoil, she couldn’t stop thinking about little Giana. She searched for the girl to thank her and discovered the whole truth. She was an orphan and had lived on the streets for years. Lissa was deeply moved. You saved my life.

And with that, she filed for guardianship. Sometime later, she won adoption. Giana finally had a home. She began going to school, wearing clean clothes, having food on the table, and above all, having love. Together, Larissa and Giana built an unbreakable bond. The new mother decided to go further.

 She used the girl’s story of hardship to found a social project, a shelter for the homeless. I loved your idea of creating a shelter for homeless people, Lissa once told Giana, recognizing the importance of giving a voice to someone who once had nothing. Now, Giana lived happily in the mansion with her new mother.

 More than that, she was helping many people just as she had once been helped. It was the beginning of a new life. Comment: Courageous Diana. So, I know you made it to the end of this video, and I’ll mark your comment with a lovely heart.