"What are you doing, young lady?" Gordon asked me when he saw me sitting on the "bed while combing my hair.
I'm wearing a puffed short sleeve sheer blouse on the top of my emblisshed faille cady dress pair with my white buckled sandals.
"You suppose to be resting right now," he stated when he didn't hear any word from me.
I sigh and put down the brush of my hair and I look at him. He's holding the tray of my breakfast. It's already 8:32 in the morning, but I haven't eaten my breakfast yet. I honestly don't have an appetite right now.
"I wanted to visit Mom, and stay with Dad for a while, and meet Gianni and Aunt Marie," I told him and reach my purse bag "Am I not allowed to do that?"
I can't stay here, I just can't stay here. I wanted to sleep at home. I wanted to sleep in my room, my own room. My room at my father's house.
I honestly don't know if I can face Vicenzo upon knowing such thing- that horrible thing. I swallow the sudden lump on
The car halted in front of our house. I was hesitant to step out but I force myself when Calcifer opens the door for me giving me an assuring smile."Thank you, Cal" I whisper politely."Stay safe here. Remember that even if you're here, we're still monitoring your every move. You cannot go outside, mia signora" he reminds me.I nod my head.I don't know why he agrees but I'm thankful that he let me although, I know that Vicenzo will surely get mad at him.I glance at Greco when I heard the door of the passenger seat open. He walks a little farther from us and roamed his eyes around as if he's checking every corner of my father's house."Let him, he's just checking the area" Calcifer utter.I shifted back my gaze at him and force myself to smile."I'm sorry, I know Greco didn't agree but I still insist to stay here " I apologetically mumble.He smiles coolly at me and shakes his head as if everything is just nothing to h
He's here? What is he doing here?"Flower..." he drawled which made me step back a little because of sudden nervousness "I wanna do bad things with you, I've been waiting for you..." he mutter in a low husky voice just enough for me to hear him.I bit the inside of my mouth as I felt something inside me. Him in front of me right now after days of not talking to him and not seeing him makes me think I'm just hallucinating.I didn't answer him, still surprised by his sudden appearance.I narrowed my eyes to see him clearly, wanting to make sure that it is really him. And I wasn't mistaken when I saw his lips curved into a malicious smile- giving me almost the same vibe when we first met at Zeneca Ballet.I immediately step back again upon confirming that my eyes are not fooling me. It's definitely him, my husband..."Did cat got your tongue honey?" He playfully asks me, hearing the manly tone of his natural foreign accent."V-Vicenzo...
"Not scared anymore?" He mumbles while his lips moving, trailing kisses down to my jaw.I bit my lower lip tightly because of the sensation that my body starting to accept. He's getting touchy again which doesn’t complement his rough and rug facade."I never got scared of you" I replied trying to be serious despite the tingling sensation I'm feeling right now.He stops what he's doing and bowed his head to level his face to me."Ah-huh?" He hissed playfully, provoking me, moving his brows up and down.I wanted to laugh right now because honestly, it doesn't suit him. He looks so dominant, intimidating, and menacing, and yet he's raising his freaking eyebrow like a gay? He has a rug face for Pete's shake!Instead of smiling to hide my giggle, I lick my lower lip and furrowed my brows to make it more convincing."You don't believe me" I mumble bu
I'm anxious while staring at Vicenzo and my father who seems like having a staring contest. They were both looking at each other seriously and not blinking. It seems like they were talking through their eyes that made me feel more nervous.I do not want them to clash each other again. I want to go home peacefully and not overthinking."S-Saint? Dad? Are you two alright?" I hesitantly query.I bit the inside of my mouth when I saw Vicenzo clenched his jaw that's why I immediately held his hand and intertwined our fingers to get his attention.Successfully, he withdraw his gaze to my father and look at me with a slight creased on his forehead. I smile at him and pulled his hand a little."I think we should go now" I said in small voice.He smile at me gently before he take a step closer to me. He instantly wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him that made me smile at my father shyly."Take care of my daughter, Mr. Santo
A genuine smile form on my lips after I roamed my eyes around the whole living room. We just arrive and Vicenzo is getting my things in the compartment of the car. While here I am, standing in this big living room of our house."Welcome back mia signora"My eyes widened in awe when I saw Piato behind Greco. He's waving his hand at me giving me that same vibe when he was my bodyguard before."Nice to see you Piato" I greeted him and he shyly scratches the back of his head.But Greco cleared his throat that made Piato stood straight and flash a serious face."Go back to your post Piato" Greco hissed which Piato immediately oblige.Oh. He's scared of Greco?I bit the inside of my mouth and clasp my both hands on my back. Of course, he will be scared. Greco is almost the same as Vicenzo. They were both giving those people around them a cold treatment. Even I experience it..."Welcome back" he seriously greeted "I hope you're okay n
After days of overthinking, here I am standing in front of Zeneca Ballet. Everything seems back to normal as if nothing happens. Nothing change in Zeneca, after almost a month of not stepping my foot here. I took a deep breath and smile and start to walk inside. Boise is right behind me, sadly Gordon is not with me today. I don't exactly know why, maybe he's with Vicenzo right now? I just hope he's here. I know he's happy that I'm finally back. Aside from my Mom, Gordon is my number one supporter. He's there in every step that I take while pursuing my dreams. "Mia signora," Boise called me when I turn to the left instead of the right direction. I briefly glance at him and smile "I just wanted to check the painting" I said softly and pointed to the painting in the lobby. I walk closer to it until I finally reach the right spot to stare at it. Just like the first time I saw this painting, it still fascinating and amazing. It looks so simple but I can cl
We had a normal practice routine to maintain our turnout and the flexibility of our bodies. Also, Miss Gisella makes sure that our weights are still appropriate for us. Good thing I manage to reduce my weight for that 10 days that's why I do not have an extra rehearsal this afternoon.She hasn't said anything about the upcoming play, but she shows us the script of the show. I'm not sure what classical ballet that Zeneca trying to put to life again, but I am really excited. Because I know, after all of those shows. Zeneca Ballet will feature the Swan Lake again. I want to ready myself for that, I want to become Odette even just once. I want to become Odette just like my Mom."Thank goodness you're alright now," Jameson said behind me.I instinctively turn around and step back away from him when I notice our distance. He saw what I did that put a frown on his face but immediately replace it with a smile when he notices that I eye him."Everyone was so worri
"Saint, is everything alright?" I called Vicenzo when I saw him leaning on the railing of the balcony here in our room.He slowly turn his head to me and stretch his lips into a smile but the light creased in his forehead remain. He looks problematic now, but still it didn't make him less of the Vicenzo that I know. He's still look intimidating, rough and ruthless.With the small light coming from our bedroom, I can clearly saw his handsome face. His eyes that glows under the light from the moon is drowning me."It's cold here, go back inside" he mutter in controlled tone of voice and puffed out a smoke.I moisten my lips and my gaze landed on the cigarette his holding. The wind blows when I lift my head to look up on him. My hair was stirred by the wind giving me a cold sensation."You're smoking..." I point out, a bit hesitant.This is the first time I saw him smoking. He haven't change his clothes yet while I already take a haft bath and