Grandma Oleander took over, her voice soft yet firm. "Their love was like a flower growing among the sharp thorns of jealousy and fear. Their extended families, who should have been protectors, became the biggest threat."

"Imagine, darling," she looked at Rose intently, "two feuding mafia kingdoms, suddenly faced with the possibility of uniting their greatest powers. The fear of an unstoppable new force emerging made them panic."

Grandpa Oleander nodded, "Gossip spread like wildfire in dry grasslands. Alianova and Jasminum, two names that supposedly could never unite, had been sworn enemies for generations. Their heirs were now caught in the arrows of love. In love with each other."

"So," Grandma Oleander continued, her voice now full of emotion, "they chose a dangerous yet romantic path. Under the cover of night and your grandfather's protection, they tied the sacred knot in a secret ceremony."

Rose held her breath, immersed in the image of a secret wedding full of tension and love.

"Your grandfather," Grandma Oleander smiled warmly, "was a light in the darkness for them. With his power and wisdom, he hid this sacred union from the ever-watchful eyes of spies."

Suddenly, Grandma Oleander's expression changed. Her smile faded, replaced by a hard-to-read expression. "And then," she whispered, her voice trembling, "you appeared in your mother's womb, Rose. The entire mafia world awaited your birth with bated breath. But..."

Grandma Oleander fell silent, her eyes welling up. The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew heavy.

"Unfortunately..." She whispered softly, her eyes teary, "that happiness was like morning dew, beautiful yet fragile. Seven months passed, and that sweet secret could no longer be hidden. Your mother's belly swelled, bringing both hope and threat."

Rose held her breath, her heart pounding.

"The underworld was in turmoil," Grandpa Oleander continued, his voice low and tense. "Spies, like hungry wolves, raced to hunt for information. But your grandfather," he smiled proudly, "was a maestro in the chess game of life."

Suddenly, a small laugh escaped from the elderly couple's lips, momentarily breaking the tension. Rose could only blink in confusion, her curiosity peaking.

"Your grandfather," Grandpa Oleander continued with sparkling eyes, "made a brilliant move. He sent your parents to a hidden village, a small nameless paradise - the place you've called home all this time, Rose."

Rose choked up as pieces of her past began to fall into place.

"For two months," Grandma Oleander chimed in, her voice full of longing, "they experienced the normal life they had only dreamed of. Without the shadow of the organization, surrounded by the friendliness of villagers. Their own little paradise."

"And on March 7, 2008," Grandpa Oleander smiled broadly, "you came into the world, Rose. Your first cry was the most beautiful melody for them."

Tears began to well up in Rose's eyes, her heart filled with overwhelming emotions.

"Your parents," Grandma Oleander continued, her voice trembling, "dreamed of returning to Sicily. They wanted to share the joy of your birth, even daring to make the big decision to leave the mafia world forever."

Rose couldn't hold back her tears. She imagined the great sacrifice of the parents she had never known.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned gloomy. Grandpa Oleander took a deep breath before continuing heavily, "But fate had other plans. On the journey to Sicily, tragedy struck. Their car skidded on a snowy road, a tire burst, and..." he paused for a moment, "gunshots began to ring out."

Rose covered her mouth, shocked.

"With their last remaining strength," Grandma Oleander gripped Rose's hand tightly, "your father and mother protected you, Rose. They..." her voice choked, "passed away in that accident, leaving you as their most precious legacy of love."

The room was filled with a heart-wrenching silence, broken only by Rose's soft sobs. Tears flowed like tiny rivers down her pale cheeks. She tried to wipe them away, but it was in vain - the sadness seemed endless.

"Rose, honey," Grandma Oleander's voice gently caressed, "are you able to continue?"

Without hesitation, Rose nodded firmly. Her voice trembled but was full of determination, "Grandpa Delonix always said, 'It's only human to cry. We have feelings. But afterwards,' she took a deep breath, 'we must pick ourselves up and become stronger.'"

A proud smile spread across Grandpa and Grandma Oleander's faces. "The Alianova blood runs strong in you, no doubt about it."

"Now, Rose," Grandpa Oleander continued, his tone turning serious, "this is the most important part. The real reason why you're here today."

Rose straightened up, her still-teary eyes now filled with resolve. This was the true persona of Rosetta Alianova - small but unshakeable.

Grandpa Oleander took a deep breath before continuing, "After that tragedy, the Italian underworld was in turmoil. Mafia informants, like bloodhounds, spread false rumors that filled the air with poisonous slander."

Rose clenched her fists, listening intently.

"They," Grandma Oleander continued, her voice full of restrained anger, "dared to tarnish your mother's name. Spreading lies that she was pregnant out of wedlock and had betrayed the Jasminum family that had raised her."

"Even at the funeral," Grandpa Oleander added, his eyes reflecting deep sadness, "only a handful of loyal friends dared to show their faces. The world that once worshipped your parents now turned to belittle them."

Rose felt anger beginning to boil in her chest.

"Imagine," Grandma Oleander whispered, her voice shaking, "all the reputation and integrity they had built over the years, destroyed in the blink of an eye. Just because of a big lie spread without mercy. Even their extended families, instead of defending them, joined in the slander. Only your grandfather's voice tried to defend them, but it was drowned out in a sea of lies."

Rose felt anger and sadness mixing in her chest.

"Your grandfather," Grandpa Oleander continued, his eyes gazing into the distance, "decided to save you from this island that had turned into a living hell. He took you back to the village, far from the reach of this cruel world."

"At first, rumors were rife about the disappearance of the baby who was called a harbinger of misfortune. And, with its blood-soaked blanket, they claimed the baby had died in the accident. Of course, after a few years, this ironic news just faded away."