AGOSTI

AGOSTI

Fucking prick, I fumed

If he wasn’t my son, my fist would be buried in his damned face.

I sighed, slamming it into the wall instead wincing at the pain that shoots up my arm.

I turned around, staring at the broken vase on the floor. It weirdly explained my sorry state at the moment and I was infuriated at this silly feeling of helplessness.

“Oh, you are here” Angelo approached me. “Your guests are waiting wondering what happened to the hosts and I am of the mind that that daughter of mine ought to receive some spanking for being such a terrible…”

“Not right now, Angelo” I stopped him.

I did not want to hear any of his rude and uncouth opinion about Isabella or he might bear the brunt of the wrath coursing through my veins.

I walked away from him and back to the party and then I picked up the microphone, calling everyone’s attention to myself.

“I am calling an end to the partying” I announced.

There was protest from the guests.

“We should leave the newly weds alone, don’t you th