"Thank you so much, wife"
I creased my forehead and my hand automatically went on his back to hug him in return.
"Thank you for what?" I confusingly ask him smiling.
I look at Gordon and Boise and they just look away afraid that I will ask him. I silently snorted because of that. These two, they really hiding something from me.
"You're confusing me, Saint," I said again pouting a little.
I heard him laugh and his shoulder move before he pulled away. He grinned at me and playfully wink.
"You don't need to know," he said coolly.
I shake my head and just tap his left cheek before I clutch my hand on his arm urging him to walk back to the car. I wanted to go home already and rest.
"Anyway, I already talk Dad. And he's not mad at you anymore" I lied and smile at him.
He wiggles his brows at me "Ah-huh?" He retorted.
I pursed my lips. He doesn't believe me? Well, I'm lying- I'm doing this because I don't want him toThey said we must be brave to face the reality. If this is the reality that I must face being Vicenzo's wife, then I gladly accept it. Call me foolish but I don't care."Saint..." I said in panic and immediately unfasten my seatbelt when the car halted in the middle of the road.My tears keep on streaming down to my face while worriedly held Vicenzo's hand."Stop crying..." he hissed that made me shook my head and expelled a loud cry.My shoulder shrugged and move while continuously crying. I don't know anymore how to explain what I feel right now, all I know is I'm scared. I'm scared for the both of us. I'm so scared that my heart seems ripped into pieces."I'm scared" I whisper and grip his hand tightly although my body is trembling and my lips are quivering.I heard him puffed out a sharp breath and held my face. He made me face him and I cry even more seeing his calm yet serious face."You don't have to be scared. I am here wife,
"Why are you not saying anything?" I ask Gordon when he didn't reply.I worriedly look at him not minding the cold wind that touching my bare skin. I pulled the fabric of his clothes I'm holding urging him to say something.I wanted him to promise me although I know that promises are meant to be broken. Maybe that is how people cope up with this world full of uncertainty, holding on to those promises although we are aware that some of them are meant to be shattered into pieces. That's how stupid I am..."Gordon..." I called him when he didn't open his mouth to speak."I will do my best to protect both of you" he utter seriously.I shake my head sulking like a child "I want your safety too" I said, demanding him "You are like a father to me Gordon, I cannot lose you too. Okay?" I added."Don't be too hopeful to me young lady, I don't want to hurt you when you figure out my lies" he suddenly said.I stilled and confusingly eye him. His
"P-Please..."I pleaded while gripping the wrist of the man who's strangling my neck.Fresh tears keep streaming down to my face having a hard time to breath. I am screaming 'help' inside my head and wishing that Vicenzo will come back. My situation is so hopeless that all I could do is to cry while pleading with this man to let me go."I didn't know Santorini will grant his protection to someone like you" he scoffs "With an evil man like him? I didn't know he will choose a fragile and delicate woman like you" he laughs lowly.He runs the barrel of the gun on my face and even brushes off those strands of my hair that blocking my face. He lowers his head to me and he smirks."I wonder what will happen if he saw you dead while bathing your blood inside this room" he whisper.I press my lips together helpless with my situation right now. I am crying silently praying that I would be saved, but
- FLASHBACK - Third Person's Point Of View "You like her?" Calcifer ask his cousin with a playful smile on his lips while they were sitting on the VIP chair here in the Zeneca Theater. "No" Vicenzo replied flatly with a little interest in the topic that Calcifer wanted to discuss. He's more interested to watch the woman who's wearing a black tutu dress than listening to his cousin. "You hate introducing yourself to a woman, and she's the first one on the list my man" Calcifer points out "She's the youngest daughter of Mr. Romano Zeneca. Seize it as a chance, make a deal to that old man, Vicenzo" Calcifer added when he didn't get any entertaining replied from Vicenzo. Vicenzo went serious when he heard what Calcifer suggested and slowly a smirked form on his lips while making a cunning plan inside his head. "Ready the documents" authoritatively utter and cleared his throat " I will meet Mr. Zeneca tomor
What's the most painful part of dying? For me, it's regret. Although I already know that death is just an inch away from me, I still live a life as if nothing was just a normal thing as Vicenzo's wife and I need to cope up with it. Although I keep on reminding myself that I should be ready for the possible things that might happen, still I acted like a stupid naive woman who doesn't know how to take care of herself. I regret not taking the situation seriously, for being insensitive, and for being stupid and dumb.I thought I am more scared to stop dancing than dying, but I was wrong. I realize that I am more scared to die because I would stop dancing, I regret that I wasn't able to say the things that I wanted to say to people who are important to me, I'm afraid that the things I want to say will forever remain inside my head. Fear just become visible once you saw it, death becomes real once you were in that moment of dying... and I am scared right now because I am seeing my
I froze on my spot, it seems like my feet were glued on the floor and I don't know what kind of excuses I should say to escape this situation. I was just looking at Calcifer while trying to find the right words to say."I...I'm sorry" I whisper and look away."Greco is on his way here, let's go," he said far from his natural casual tone of voice that I used to hear from him.I gulp and glance behind me. I took a deep breath and force my feet to walk while he follows me from behind. I head to the third floor where the dance room was located to change my direction and Calcifer still follows me which is really giving me an uneasy feeling.I remember the code red that Gordon explains to me. I'm kinda nervous that I break those rules and I must face punishment. I stop walking when I finally saw the dance room and turn around to face him."What do you mean about what you said to me a while ago" I confront him.He looks at me seriously, he's now th
"I trust you" I mumble under my breath.I felt him stop walking so I tighten my hug on him. He is the first person I trust aside from Gordon. Gianni and Aunt Marie are all my relatives on my mother's side and that's given that I really trust them. But Vicenzo is different, when I first met him I was not expecting that he will become my husband. Even just a little hint about it- I never imagine.When I was torn between my freedom and protecting Zeneca Ballet- I thought I would choose the road that was mostly taken by people- the easiest road that is convenient to me, the road that is less dangerous, less doubting, and less fearful. But then, I end up choosing the road that was less taken by people. I choose to protect Zeneca because I thought Vicenzo will destroy it once I back out of the marriage that my father promised to him. Later on, I found out that I was tricked by my own father.I let myself dance on the rhythm of uncertainty in life as part of the conseq
The door opens without a warning and there I saw Vicenzo holding a tray. Boise is behind him holding a glass of water and milk. They both look at me and Gordon, so I smile gently to ease the possible suspicion from Vicenzo.I do not want him to think that I'm against him or I don't trust him. I do trust him, I really trust him. But I just can't sit comfortably without doing anything."You mention last time you want a dumpling soup" Vicenzo utter and walk towards me "So I ask the chef to cook it for you" he sounds excited causing my smile to widen.He looks like a child that boasting something to other people. Gordon makes way for him as he gets the bed table and placed the tray on it. He gets the glass of milk and water to Gordon and puts it on the bedside table.I look at the dumpling soup and I can't help but feel amazed. I didn't know he still can remember it. Well, that was just an excuse to save the maid who makes him mad. I didn't know he takes it s