CAELUMAurora still won't speak to me, our flight was delayed by thirty minutes which she tried to use to get away from me. I didn't tell her where I was taking her, nor did I tell my parents why I needed Gianna to come with me. My father may have an inkling because the look he gave me insinuated he was aware I'm going away with Aurora for the weekend, that too a day earlier than I should have left the country. Bishop and I were to travel together but he'll meet me in Sicily the night of our agenda, he's relived he gets to spend a day more with his girlfriend and I'm quite happy to travel with Aurora and the kids.Aurora makes a much better partner to travel with, although presently she's not in the highest spirits. I've been trying to talk to her but she continuously eludes me, our plans is set to land in two hours and she's still not talking to me. I thought being stuck with me, she'll have no choice but to listen to me but she's proven me wrong yet again. I've exchanged more words
AURORASicily brings out something in me, something fragile.Had I known Caelum was bringing me to Sicily, I would have stood my ground with firm disapproval. I shouldn't be here, I don't like it here, this makes my skin crawl, and not in a good way. From the moment I stepped out of the plane, coming face to face with the wretched private airport that the elite Mephistopheles of Sicily use, a gush of nausea rushed through me. I wanted to throw up so bad but I swallowed it down and tried to grasp some excitement oozing from the girls. Caelum has been sensible enough to keep out of my space, he did notice me jitter since our arrival and asked once, once and he didn't persist when I told him it was nothing. He rented us a house close to a few places considered as tourist attractions. The house is nice, a very large apartment and undoubtedly very expensive and worth the four days Caelum paid for. There's way too many rooms in the house, I've lost Layla playing hide and seek at least twice
AURORAChills run down my spine, Caelum is talking to someone while I nurse a glass of champagne, my third in thirty minutes we've been here. I pretend to be invested in a piece on the wall but I don't like being here, it's a nice exhibition but the people roaming the room make my stomach churn with raw unhinged bile. I'm on my toes tonight, my anxiety ticking so fast, one of my demons might spurt and run free with all these devil pets in sight.Francesca, Caelum's cousin did a very good job at styling me, the dress she put me in is very comfortable and unduly exquisite. The glances I've received from not only the men, but the woman has confirmed this dress will take the marketplace by storm when Francesca finally puts replica's of it in stores. The women gathered by the painting of a nude Adonis by a local artist, another shit endorsed mafia brat of an asshole. His painting is horrible, as opposed to the one I'm looking at. I was only staring at it to avoid socialization but now I fi
CAELUMI lost Aurora.She hadn't called me back in over thirty minutes so I called her, I called and texted her a few times with no response. Her phone went to voicemail and my texts were left on read, despite our understanding earlier. I went outside to call Gianna and ask her if Aurora had arrived but no, she wasn't there either. Her location was off, and that sent me into a bit of a panic. Massimo, our driver was my last hope, yet an afterthought. Massimo said he didn't take Aurora anywhere, but he had seen her walking to the liquor store a few blocks down. He spoke to her, and she barely said a word to him.I suppose she was angry with me because I said I loved her, a conversation I planned for her to hear under different circumstances. I fucked up, I know but she shouldn't be running off in a dangerous city like this one. I drove around the area like a mad man, searching for her and making calls to see if anyone had seen her. I was hell bent on finding her, I was going to spend t
CAELUM Leaning forward, I set my whiskey glass on the small table next to me and lean back into the seat once again, my gaze never leaving Aurora and Layla. Layla came in with a piece of paper and a pencil, for Aurora to help her. They've been writing a letter together for the past fifteen minutes, with Layla being the one to hold the pencil and Aurora spelling out the words she can't by herself. “Can I add I love you?” Layla pauses, looking up at Aurora. Aurora is focused on the paper of at least she wants me to believe she is. I see through her facade, the same way I see her watching me from underneath her lashes. The marks I left on her glisten in her flawless skin, I know they'll heal in three to four days but I hate that I did that to her. Under other circumstances I would have loved it but that wasn't her, she was different. “Mommy!” Layla whines, tapping her thigh this time. Aurora instantly nods, her eyes meeting Layla's questioning gaze. “Anything you want princess.” “Oka
EMELIASince Caelum dragged my best friend with him out of town, I've barely heard from her. He has conclusively stolen her from me, and as much as I hate to admit it, I love to see it. The entire situation is fucked up, Caelum shouldn't be adding her to the mess he calls his marriage but then here we are and I've not seen her this alive until now. I love that she's no longer burying her trauma with wine glasses, Aurora has a new zeal for life, a more spirited zest for life and if Caelum is where this convalescence comes from, so be it.Aurora and I spend an unhealthy amount of time talking to each other, we feed each other about the littlest details of our lives. It's our copying mechanism, one I didn't realize existed until my therapist pointed it out, my therapist being Aurora of course. We were all the other had and learned to be all we needed to hold on to the last twine of sanity left in the hell we resided. She's the first person I awakened eager to see, the first person I woul
AURORAMy phone has been pretty busy lately, beeping with not just orders but emails and calls. From time to time I check if Caelum texted because I don't want him showing up to my house unannounced simply because I didn't take his call. Shockingly, I've had a few messages from him, he's catching up on meetings he missed while with me and the children in Sicily. He's made it a habit to text me every one and a half hour to reply to my messages. I'm not thrilled to have to wait for a reply but complaining about it will only give him the wrong idea. Today has already been stressful, it's barely ten a.m but I've dropped a few tears when a hangover Olivia and I dropped Layla off at school. Today is her first day, I actually cried watching her go into the school. She didn't cry, she was very giddy and enthusiastic about her first day, my daughter. I love that for her, I wish I could be more like her but nope, I cried my eyes out when I dropped her off and refused to sign her up for the bu
AURORAThe conversation with Arabella changed my perspective on a lot of things. Bella isn't rebellious because she wants to be, she's misunderstood and conflicted with her decisions. It made me very emotional and to keep myself from crying, I had to leave her and start customizing my lingerie but she joined me too. I shouldn't be letting a child around it but it's just clothes, and Bella is very thorough and careful, which is important and besides, I could use the help.My mom has called three times since the conversation with Bella in the living room, all three times I've ignored her calls. I did have to tell my friends and sisters not to give mom my address because I don't want her showing up heated to argue with me. I have nearly two hours before I have to go pick Layla up from school, she's to be gone from eight a.m. to three p.m. I thought the hours were extreme for kindergarten but they get a lot of playtime and naps are scheduled too. I'm letting Bella freestyle a piece of her