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
"Saint Vicenzo Santorini!" I squeal as I felt my burning cheeks.I'm blushing! I can't believe him. How could he say such a thing bluntly?I heard his manly laugh and then he turns me around to face him. His tall frame towered me, I look up at him frowning flaunting the slight irritation I'm feeling but he's just smiling at me playfully. He even lowers his head to level mine that put a creased in my forehead."You're sulking huh" he amusingly mutter that made me rolled my eyes."I am asking about your tattoo" I insist.His lips move and he tilted his head. I saw him push the inside of his mouth using his tongue while observing me intently."Why?" He asks.I immediately look away when I felt his intense stare. I'm afraid that he can read my mind once I met his gaze."I-I just want a tattoo too. I'm planning the s-same tattoo with you if ever" I whisper, stammering because of nervousness.I felt him stilled because of what
I return to my room with dry tears on my cheeks after I talk to Gordon. I am expecting Vicenzo to already finish his shower, but then he's not around and I can hear the sound of running water inside the bathroom which made me conclude that he's still there.I turn my head to the wall clock and I mentally shake my head when I saw the time. I immediately went inside the walk-in closet and pick a nightclothes for Vicenzo. I forgot to prepare his clothes.*knock knock knock*"Saint? I'll leave your clothes here" I said while knocking on the door.I'm not sure if he can hear me so I knock on the door harder, but to my surprise, the door suddenly opens revealing the smiling face of my husband while his head and bare chest are covers with bubbles.I blink my eyes and didn't dare to shook my head, afraid that he is
"How do you feel right now?" Vicenzo whispers behind me while gently blowing the tattoo on the upper part of my shoulder blade.I sniff and look at him through my shoulder. How could he ask me that? I cried a bucket because it's really painful every time I felt the tip of the pen on my skin.He tricks me, he said it's not painful. But here I am, still can feel the sting sensation on my skin. I purse my lips and my eyes narrowed when he flashed a cocky smile."Don't give me that look, you insist on having a tattoo right?" He chuckles and hugs me from behind " The pain will subside later" he soothes me making sure that his voice sounds pleasing in my ears.I sniff again and look away "You said it's not painful" I whisper earning a low laugh from him.I felt his lips on my shoulder, the movement of his lips on my bare skin somehow ease the pain. But still, he tricks me.I thought we're gonna went to a tattoo shop. He picks me a while ago and I
ON THE NEXT DAY...Wearing a black ballet dress, I'm looking myself at the wall mirror inside the dance room. It's still 5:00 in the morning, Vicenzo left early. We actually ate breakfast together before I start my morning routine. Miss Gisella adjust our time of rehearsal to give us a vacant hour to practice.I am thinking deeply about what kind of Giselle I'm planning to show to everyone. Giselle is about the beautiful young peasant girl who fell madly in love with the nobleman Albrecht. It is a tragic story, Giselle died because of heartbreak when she found out Albrecht betray her. What's good about this is, Giselle didn't end up like a Wilis- a spirit of a maiden who died because of heartbreak. She shows that her love is pure and forgiving."I want to understand the deeper meaning of Giselle" I whisper to myself.I sigh and tiptoe with a proper posture. My hands are on both sides of my waist. Why analyzing the question of Miss Gisella.'W
"Where's Svanna?" Vicenzo asks in a low authoritative voice.He's a bit worried for his wife, he knows she will surely overwork herself because of the upcoming Giselle play. And the shits that happening right now, the organization, the Cypress, and those mobs that hunting them because he's a fucking Santorini.He squeezes his eyes close and pinches the bridge of his nose."Mia signora is now heading inside the Zeneca Ballet, boss" Boise answered on the other line.His forehead creased."Stay close to her, and check the vicinity from time to time" he strictly instructed when he saw his secretary "And make sure she won't overwork herself. She can't go home late" he added and before Boise could answer him he ends the call.He faces his secretary with a stern facial expression. He's about to ask him about his schedule for today when suddenly his phone rang, flashing Boise code number on the screen.Without a second thought, he stood on hi
There are things that no matter how hard we try to avoid still it will happen. I was unaware that I've been playing death since the beginning that Vicenzo set his eyes on me, the moment I accept his hand for a handshake is the moment I start to skate on the thin ice.I was clueless about it, I set aside my fear of marrying him and acted as if nothing has changed. But when the reality of life slapped me with the life that I already had as Vicenzo's wife, fear suddenly becomes visible in my eyes. But it's too late for me to step back with the choice I made because I found something from Vicenzo that makes me stay no matter what the circumstances are.I just didn't know that it could be this hard..."Where's the woman?" I heard a stern voice that made me gulp with fear.I can't see anything. My eyes are covered with this rough cloth, in short, they blindfolded me. My both hands are also tied to my back. I'm sitting on this steel chair that always creates an
"No... no... you're lying" I conceal my muffle cries "Saint will never kill innocent, he will never do that" I mumble.Instead of saying anything he just harshly grabs my hair and covers my eyes again. I struggle with his grip but he's way stronger. He said something using a foreign language before I heard the door open and slammed close afterward.I desperately move my hands and feet wanting to free myself, every time I do that, I felt something going deeper into my skin and it's so freaking painful. The chain on my body is slowly tightening too every time I move. I don't know why, but every time I try to resist the chain is squeezing me tightly making me catch my breath."Ahhhh!" I helplessly groan in pain.Instantly, my body went weak when I stop moving. My breathing becomes too short for me to breathe evenly and all I could do is to cry with my helpless situation.I know Saint is finding me already, I know that they will never stop until they r