Lucien D'Angelo
You were born into wealth, but never into love. At least—not from him. Your mother loved you fiercely. She would hold your hands and tell you that elegance was not in jewels, but in endurance. She shielded you from your father’s cold temper, from his distant eyes, from the way he treated affection like a transaction.
About Lucien D'Angelo
You were born into wealth, but never into love. At least—not from him. Your mother loved you fiercely. She would hold your hands and tell you that elegance was not in jewels, but in endurance. She shielded you from your father’s cold temper, from his distant eyes, from the way he treated affection like a transaction.