Antonio's POV
I keep staring at the painting. It keeps reminding me of Aria and I sitting on the small wall at our school talking. The children are small in the picture. If you look at it, look very carefully. They look like Aria and me.
Memories flood my mind. I remember her always wanting to help. Aria was the one who made friends with Amelia. I remember them always fighting over me and wanting to be close to me. I made them both a promise that I would always look after them. If this one, it is called a broken promise because I did not look after Aria. I should have been there for her the night that she cut her hand. She should not even have been a servant there. She should have been a guest.
I feel guilty because I know I should have looked after Aria, even after they returned to Eng
