Hi, again. Presumably you’ve now established contact and can consider yourself an acquaintance of my brother.

Let’s just get right into it, okay?

Can you believe the first thing I wanted to tell my brother, in this series of dramatic things I need to tell him from the grave, is how badly he needs to cut his hair? Seriously, that shit was cool ten years ago maybe. Tell him to grow up. I swear, I bet he’s never even heard the word pomade.

In other words, take him to get a haircut, Junnie. I’m thinking something with a high fade and a curly fringe but honestly, you’re the one with a sense of style, not me. Think he’ll go for some color? Purple would be good. It looked good on me, that time you convinced me to semi-permanently dye my hair and freak out my dad.

You know, a good makeover kind of has a magical effect that can transform people into better versions of themselves. I really hope something like that can happen with Luca, but honestly, it may be a while yet before anything like that can happen. He’s a tough nut to crack. I almost feel bad that I’ve sicked him on you. Almost.

I wonder, what have the two of you talked about so far? What did you say that finally managed to get to him? Was it nothing special and you just annoyed the crap out of him until he was forced to put up with you? Or was it just a mix of both?

I’ve mused to myself what the first time you two meeting would be like. Did you meet at the funeral? Or did you read my first letter and have to figure out a way to track him down? I bet he was a total ass to you, that’s the one thing I’m certain about. I’m also pretty certain you took that ass and handed it back to him, because no one ever suspects you of being able to bring it and then you do. I've always loved that about you.

Augh, I’m just so curious and I literally have no one to talk to about this, cause, well, it’s supposed to be a surprise to you and you’re the only one I’d trust with something like this. Honestly, I wish I were there to see it all for myself, but I’m probably better off just wondering. It’s definitely more fun that way at least. I get to skip all the awkward parts and just picture the good bits in bliss.

Okay, this is definitely weird, but I'll just put it out there.

Somehow the romantic in me is convinced that by the end of this, the two of you will end up married, and isn’t that a weird thought to have about your best friend and your brother?

Listen, I’m a girl on her deathbed, let me picture happy, happy endings and quit judging.

Hand cramping now, so ciao.

- Ciana

(P.S. If you do actually end up married, you better dedicate the book you write based off this shit to yours truly. And name a kid after me or something. Or a dog, that’ll do. Something like Cici though, so it’s less morbid.)

(Further Mission Instructions: Open the third letter only after Luca has got that damn haircut, ya hear me?)