Bethany-Kris - Renzo + Lucia 1 - Privilege

Review :


I loved this book. The prologue was amazing (so amazing I've included it at the end) and set the tone for the rest of the book.
And it didn't disappoint.

This is a kind of Romeo and Juliet romance. Lucia is the perfect daughter. She's loved and given everything she's wants or needs. Yet while she's spoilt in someways she's a beautiful kind person. A person who seeks to find the best in everyone.

Renzo has been dealt a bad hand. Born to a drug addict he's struggled from birth. Now he lives and works only to care for his two siblings. He has his sister Rose in a private school. Diego is only four and his life revolves him. From childcare to food Diego is his main concern. Everyday is a struggle. Yet every morning Renzo gets up and does it all again.

It's impossible not to love Renzo. My heart went out to him.

The attraction between these two is instant. But certainly in this case the path to true love doesn't run smooth.

I'm moving straight onto the next book now. But I have to say I'm really hoping Lucian somehow redeems himself. Because I'm not happy with him at the moment.

Prologue.

Lucia Marcello
The baby hadn't been planned or expected, not when her oldest sibling had over a decade of years on her, and her parents had believed undoubtedly that they would not have any more children after their last daughter.
But here she was.
And God knew she was loved.
Maybe she hadn't been planned, but she had been most wanted.
Born in the early morning inside a private suite, the baby girl was wrapped in the softest muslin wrap after being warmed, and washed of any remnants of the birth. Tucked away in a Labor and Delivery Ward of a hospital where there was a doctor for every few patients, and three nurses to every laboring woman, her parents made calls to people who were probably still sleeping, and had their own children to care for.
Aunts, uncles, grandparents
Despite sleeping, those people would still come.
They would come to welcome a new principessa to the Marcello family. They would come to congratulate her parents.
They would bring her oldest brother, and two older sisters to say hello for the first time. They would bring gifts, and beautiful things to say thank you for being ours. They would all hear her name.
Lucia.
And they would love her simply because she was alive. They would love her because she was born a Marcello.
Born rich, to a family that was both adored and feared, her parents would make sure she wanted for nothing.
That was the privilege of Lucia Marcello.
Simply because she had been born.

Renzo Zulla
The baby hadn't been planned or expected, not when his mother was barely past her sixteenth birthday and hadn't slept on a mattress with a sheet since before she found out she was pregnant.
But here he was.
And God knew he wasn't wanted.
Maybe he hadn't been planned or wanted, but his mother couldn't find it in herself to give him up, either.
Born on a warm evening in an Emergency Room triage bed because his mother had waited too long to go to the hospital, and the Labor and Delivery Ward was full, the baby boy laid wrapped in scratchy cotton. His mother explained tiredly for the third time that she didn't have an insurance card. With a smear of ruddy blood still staining the floor of a hospital where the hallways were currently full of the sick, and the nurses were overworked, one thought to ask his mother if there was someone she might like to call.
Grandparents, other family the father, perhaps
Those people would never come.
They wouldn't come to welcome a new baby they hadn't even known the teenager was pregnant with.
They wouldn't come to congratulate his mother. They wouldn't come to help, or to show his mother how to love him or keep him alive. They wouldn't bring gifts, or any beautiful things. They wouldn't hear his name at all.
Renzo.
Given the name his father hated when his mother told the man the ones she was considering for him in a dank alley months ago. Given a name that would already make his absent father hate him.
Born poor, to a mother who'd only stopped sucking on a pipe long enough to birth a healthy child she refused to give up, and without a home to keep him warm.
That was the misfortune of Renzo Zulla.
Simply because he had been born.


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