MIA
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"Where are you going, Mia?" Luigi asked when I turned my back on them and left the living room, still with the mic in my hands, as I felt the weight of all their gazes in my back.
"I need alcohol, if I'm supposed to withstand these disgusting displays of affection from you," I scoffed.
As the waiter they hired came around with a tray with five glasses of the strong champagne mama likes, I picked the full tray away from him then turned it all down one after the other, and put the tray away as I walked back to the living room with the 5th glass in my hand. And as my eyes landed on Misha's hand around Emma's waist, I turned the fifth glass and quickly picked the bottle of Jack Daniels bourbon at the cabinet near the living room.
"Isn't that too much for a little girl like you?" Misha provoked.
I didn't even look at him, all he was doing hurting me too damn much, "Take care of you oh-so-beloved childhood sweetheart, Grigori Mikhail, I'll take care of my alcohol. Do not butt into my life, you are not welcomed," then I glared at the others, daring them to provoke me too. They didn't. "Shall we begin?"
"Of course," Natasha beamed, excited.
"Leo, you stay in the laptop for now, since you know your way on it."
Nodding to me, he went there with Luigi, "What will your three songs be, Mia?" He asked excited.
Maybe it was the alcohol leaking an extra bit of viciousness in me, but a mischievous psychotic grin took over my lips as my eyes went to Emma and Rosa, and they both had the decency of tensing up.
"Let me see," I pretended to think about it. "I'm going to chose songs that suit my girls perfectly well." I tilted my head, looking at the ceiling, then I snapped my fingers, "Oh, yes, I have the best ones. It'll suit them like a glove, the perfect lyrics." I pointed at them, "You two come here and stand with me. I'm your trio, not Grigori Mikhail, cut the umbilical cord of your protection angelic devil."
"He's not protecting us of anything," Rosa hissed annoyed at me.
"Is that so?" I purred. "Emma will go first, Rosa second, and I'll at last, since the best always comes in the end."
Rolling her eyes, my sister stepped up closer to the TV, "My song, Mia."
"Leo, play Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry!" I grinned and sat down on the living room couch, opening the bottle of whiskey and taking a sip straight from it, overjoyed with the dismay in their faces, especially on Grigori, Emma, and Rosa's. "Come, play it."
Leo did what I said, and by the look on his face, he was definitely curious to know what I know, probably trying his best not to come to me and make me spill whatever tea I have on them. The same could be said for Luigi. And as Emma sang the song, she closed her eyes, but her body was unconsciously drawn to where Rosa was, standing and blushing like a fucking strawberry.
Did I mention how Misha was burying daggers on me? Even if it was out of hatred, since he clearly hates me, to my distress, I absolutely loved to have his eyes on me. It felt absolutely refreshing, even if it's because I'm being a bitch.
That's what Emma get for messing with my Misha. I don't care about any single thing, he is mine. This love of his should be for me.
I wrote the letters.
I did.
When Emma finished, perfectly as she has a cool singing voice, Rosa got up and went to where she was before, mic in hand, glaring at me, "And mine?"
"Boyfriend by Dove Cameron suits you a lot now, doesn't it, Rosa?" I grinned being a bitch, and she clenched her jaw, while Leo quickly put the song to play, and at my side, Emma was glaring daggers at me.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She hissed.
Side-eying her, I took another sip of my whiskey, trying to hide how really bothered I am with her right now, "What? It's just a harmless game, sis. Or are you getting offended by the accuracy of the lyrics?" I whispered like a viper and she turned pale. "You brought this to yourself, Emma Luna, deal with the consequences of your actions, and of getting caught in a lie."
"What?" She breathed.
I lowered my tone, "I will not let you lie to our famiglia like this. If you think your distorted little plan is going to work, you better rethink that for as long as I'm here. I'm not letting you fool mama and zio Ricco on their fucking marriage, Emma," she may be bisexual, but doesn't change the fact that she still has a romantic relationship with fucking Rosalia.
Fuck. She already has Rosa, why does she wants Misha too? Greedy bitch.
"What do you mean?" She hissed exasperated, looking around to make sure no one was listening to us.
"You went to Harvard, Emma Luna, you're clever. Figure it out," it was all I said before jumping to my feet with a fake smile, as Rosa finished her song. "Leo, I'll sing my favorite."
"The Weeknd, then, got it!" My best friend winked at me.
"What's your favorite song, Mia?" Bram asked curiously.
Unconsciously, my eyes went to Misha instead, who was still glaring at me furiously, "Moth to a Flame by The Weekend ft. Swedish House Mafia," the song he was ice skating to when I saw him in there, two weeks ago.
And by how I saw him frowning before I looked away from him, he had realized that as well. So, when the song began, holding the whiskey in my left hand and the mix in my right hand, I turned my attention to the TV instead of them, or my body would do what Emma's did and gravitate towards Misha, since I think about him with this song. Then I sang it, confidently, with the right amount of emotions in my voice, and with my eyes closed because I don't need the helps of the lyrics on the screen to sing this in the perfect pitch without getting a word wrong like they do.
On my place, without turning around, my body danced softly to it, unable not to move when this song plays. Not really dancing, but moving swiftly. I used to sing lots of songs with papa, and he would always take me dancing, but it's way different now.
He's not here anymore to dance with me.
When I opened my eyes, as the song finished, I felt shaken and didn't look at any on them, I just put the mic aside, "Call me when it's time for the solos, I'll be the first. Thanks for letting me borrow your mic."
I walked away from them and swallowing my pride, I sat down on the seat they had gotten on the table for me. All the elders looked at me puzzled and I turned to nonna.
"Nonna, I'm hungry, can I eat dinner? I only ate a little bit on lunch, that's all I ate today. Can we eat?" I pouted and she narrowed her eyes at me, so I did my best pout, puss-in-boots style, and none of them were able to resist.
"Va bene," it was nonno Matteo, mama's papa, that stood up, "everyone, back to the dinner table. You can play that karaoke later. When one eat, all eat. Mia belle is hungry, so we'll all eat together and with her," he side-eyed me, and I cursed myself mentally, biting my bottom lip. "Don't make me ask again."
I should have escaped to the kitchen instead, like I used to.
Damn it.