Giovanni
“This is the guest list.” Emiliana handed me the piece of paper with a weak smile.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, allowing my eyes to scan the names scrawled elegantly on each line.
She hesitated on the spot before dropping into the chair in front of my desk. She wrung her hands in her lap, biting down on her lip in an attempt to shove away whatever was bothering her.
“Em?” I tugged her attention with my deep voice. There was a slight sadness in her eyes, which squeezed at my chest. I hated seeing her upset and even more so when it was someone else’s fault. My blood began to boil, a fire stoking in my stomach at the thought that someone else had done this to her. Her teary eyes flickered to the piece of pap
Emiliana“This is it.” I nervously sighed at my reflection while smoothing out the non-existent creases in my dress.The white dress pooled around at my feet like sea foam. The silk material hung from my body, the lace bodice clinging to every subtle curve like a white silhouette.I pinched at the thin shoulder straps that were simple yet elegant, extending my neckline and stressing the beautiful diamond necklace Giovanni had bought me - my ‘something new’.The make-up artist slapped my hand as I began playing with my hair that was curled and pinned into a low bun with soft wavy tendrils falling delicately over my shoulder.I stared in awe at my reflection. My make up wa
Emiliana Dancing with Giovanni, it felt like I was floating. Drifting in a day dream where only we mattered. We twirled and swayed, the music laying the foundations for our steps. Every swing of our bodies, every step was together and in time. There was still a hint of sadness that wrapped around my heart, the realisation that my parents weren’t here was still too painful to push past. Giovanni sensed it, in every dilatory stare, he could see the struggle and made every attempt to distract me. “Te amo, princessa.” He whispered to me, his arms wrapped so tightly that there was no way of me floating off of this cloud we were on. “Porque, eres una princesa, mi princesa.” (Because you are a princess, my princess.) Giovanni stretched his arm out, spinning m
Emiliana“Here,” Oli passed a mug of piping hot coffee my way.“Thanks,” I muttered distantly, unable to take my eyes from the wall. I was still frozen with shock and the hot porcelain did nothing to soothe my shivering hands. Cold and unable to comprehend what was happening or our next moves.“We’ll have answers soon, Mimi.” Oli rested a hand on my shoulder, offering me comfort I wasn’t quite ready to welcome. Taking a sip of our drinks, we let the room fall in silence, with only the gentle ticking of the wall clock filling the atmosphere.The door to Giovanni’s study clicked, and we both shot up at the sudden sound. Vinnie stood in the doorway, glancing between us apologetically, like we were half expect
Emiliana My knees shook violently, and my eyes stung, burning with unshed tears. Anger replaced all sense of reason as soon as Vinnie uttered that man’s name and I reached for the closest thing to me. Throwing the mug with so much force that the porcelain and its contents exploded against the wall. Vinnie sat motionless, speechless, watching my heaving body as I threw item after item into the air. My lungs tightened, unable to catch an even breath as my rage fired up. “Even in his death he is ruining our lives!” I screamed, reaching for the paperweight on the desk. “Em, please.” He spoke calmly, resting his hand upon mine. His eyes were soft as he silently pleaded with me. I did not know what his next words were, but I was almost certain he was trying to placate me.
Emiliana “What about my father?” I sank into the chair further, searching for comfort as I clutched my arms around my torso. “He’s in hospital,” I released the small breath I was holding onto, letting it wash over me with the slightest hint of relief. “What happened?” I replied with a steeled tone and stoic face. Despite the heavy thumping of my heart that rattled through my ribcage, I needed to stay calm. I couldn’t afford to let my mind break for a second. “He had a heart attack. He’s in critical condition, but my mother said he’s stable.” Oli’s words tumbled out quickly and efficiently. Nodding silently, Oli stood up. The frown on his face
EmilianaThe solid steel doors slammed shut behind me. I flinched at the sound that echoed down the corridor that we followed. Vinnie held back to my right while we trailed behind a prison guard. The air was cold, thick and heavy. A density like no other filled my lungs as I took deep breaths. Goosebumps littered my skin as the chill seeped through my coat.We made a right turn, through a set of doors adorning iron bars. The squealing of the metal creaking as it opened and closed rang through my ears, piercing the heavy pulse that distracted me.As we rounded the corner, my breathing stopped. I froze in place, staring at Giovanni who had his head in his hands and his hair flopping over.“Gio,” his name fell from my lips with a gasp, my fingers attempting to catch th
Emiliana“You better be dying Em!” Oli called out dramatically from the bed.My eyes moved from Vinnie to his hands that were clutching a sheet around his waist.“Put it away,” I mocked through the doorway. I heard the sound of Oli groaning but I was too busy focusing on the thoughts racing through my head to be distracted by him.“What is it?” Vinnie huffed, tightening the sheet in his hands.“Something Gio said to me, it was the same thing he said to me at Veronica’s birthday. It might be nothing but—”“What did he say?” He interjected, impatience crystal clear on his features
Emiliana The sound of flesh pounding into flesh over and over again echoed around the room. Whimpers cried out before they were cut short by another impact. My footsteps were the only other sound to greet the prisoner as I pushed the door open. I steeled my features, taking in the sight of the guy tied to the chair in the centre of the room. Luis’ fists were covered in blood, so was the poor guy in the chair. Mateo snarled at me. Broken teeth and bloody saliva gaped and drooled from his mouth, but his brother didn’t even flinch. It had to be hard for him to be inflicting such pain on his little brother, but I could not deny his loyalty impressed me. “¿Vas a hablar, Mateo?” (Are you going to talk, Mateo?) I asked nicely, because usuall