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Giada took the glass and held it tightly in her hands, unsure if she'd be able to take in anything at the moment. Part of her felt like she didn't deserve the comfort, and the rest of her wanted to curl up into Graeme's arms and beg him to never let go. Giada couldn't understand how she had such dueling emotions going on in her head and it made her wonder if she'd understood what had happened between her and Ally. It had been such a vicious attack, and even now Giada couldn't figure out if her sister's words had been true or not.

Was she really selfish? Had her 'father' really been this great man that she disgraced? What was so selfish about being with the person you loved? How could Ally think that being disowned was part of this grand scheme of things? Only terrible people could do such a thing...Her face contorted as she was determined not to shed any tears. The past five years of her life had been fraught with sadness because of her decision to breakaway from the rules and lore of her parents' pureblood agenda, or---her mother's obsession. No more.

"My father's not my----father," Giada said lowly, unable to look Graeme in the eye. The idea still stung, even if her 'father' had been dead for over a year, no matter the trauma she'd gone through. There was a long time where her family had been happy, and Giada cherished those memories. "Ally---said I'm selfish, that I've disgraced his memory because he kept---my mother's dirty little secret. I'm her dirty secret and he supposedly loved me anyway."

Giada put the glass down as her hands began to shake, and she let out a shuddering breath. This was miserable.