Alessandro MorettiI have seen my mum very angry. Countlessly and her stare when such emotion takes over her could kill a bird in minutes. And that angry stare is mostly directed at my dad. It's no surprise since they hate each other.I have never seen such an angry and mortified look on her face. She looks like she got the worst news of her life and it’s scary because the look was mostly directed at Isabelle.‘Is that how mum looks at people?’ I wondered, then my gaze went to Isabelle who was beside me.She looked like she wanted to hide behind me because she was uncomfortable with the look my mum directed at her.“Mum”“My office now” she interrupted me and turned sharply, then marched to her office down the hallway. Those were anger steps.I turned to Isabelle so we were facing each other. “Mum can be scary at first but she’ll warm up later” I tried to comfort her.I didn’t care what or how she felt before now, so I am kind of surprised that I want her to be at ease at least. Even
Isabelle CampbellMr. Charles was almost done with his food and the funny stories he told about him and his late wife made me laugh so hard and my heart feel so light.No matter how bad it’s going, this man can brighten your day.“You are an amusing man, your wife was very lucky to have you in her life” I laughed and wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes.“I’m a real charmer, you know? She couldn’t resist me and my many funny stories. I would make a fine storyteller, eh?” he wriggled his brows with a grin on his lips which was followed by a series of coughs.I stood up and grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table to give him. I patted his back lightly and waited for him to calm down before handing the glass to him. He took it and gave me a thumbs up.Just then, a knock was heard on the door and Alessandro’s head popped in before the rest of his body entered the room.A wide grin formed on his lips as he looked at his grandfather. I went back to sit on the chair I was sit
Isabelle CampbellI’m standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to get to this floor so I can leave. I made my decision already.How I feel concerning his sudden decision to change our contract and move on to something that big, is valid. He can’t just change it, offer me so much money, and then expect me to accept blin—.“I apologize for dropping that on you like that” My train of thought was interrupted by Alessandro’s voice.I turned around to face him, I saw how apologetic he looked. It was genuine.“I don’t want to get married for money” This was something I promised myself. I have watched someone I cared about get into a marriage all for the sake of money and she lost herself in it. The end was bad. I don’t want that.“Prince charming, coming to lift you off your feet and make you the happiest woman alive,” he said, a small smile on his lips.I let my tensed shoulders ease up. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, when I opened my eyes, Alessandro was a foot away from me.
Alessandro MorettiI checked my appearance in the mirror and adjusted my tie well. I loosen the tie to give myself some space to breathe.I needed to feel okay since I could meet people I didn’t want to meet.My eyes settled on a single rose and card sitting on my bed. I sighed and turned to pick it up.“Can’t believe I let his words get to my head” I muttered under my breath and opened the card to read what was written. I chuckled at the words and placed them back on the bed.I checked the time once more, picked up the rose and card once more and walked to my bedside table to fetch my watch and keys before going outside my room to pick Isabelle up.I imagined Isabelle in a stunning, off-the-shoulder red dress, slit up her thigh, her dark hair styled in a sleek updo with soft, wavy tendrils framing her smooth, porcelain face.“What is wrong with you?” I smacked my forehead to get those thoughts out of my head.My phone rang and I paused from entering my car to answer it.“Yes?” my bro
Alessandro Moretti“She’s going to wake up with a mild concussion but she’ll be fine,” the doctor said as we stood outside talking about Isabelle’s condition.I don’t know how to feel about this. Who could have known she was there and gone to attack her? My mind drifted to my sister but I don’t think she’s crazy enough to hurt someone.“She just needs to rest enough and she’ll be good” he smiled and then handed me a small piece of paper inscribed with her medication.I thanked him with a nod and walked into her room. I must admit that the dark coloring on her face made her look even worse. It isn’t pretty on her but I’m never saying that to her.I walked to the bed and sat on the chair beside her. Even with all that’s going on with her, she looks at peace.I took out my phone from my pocket and then called a friend of mine no one knows about. “Hey bro” his voice sounded smooth and casual from the other end of the line.“I need a favor, I will send you all I know and would appreciate i
Isabelle CampbellIt’s already the end of the month. Still, the pervert douche ‘My manager’ has refused to give me my last month’s pay.“I’ll pay last month's and this month’s by the last day of the month” his useless promise rang in my head.I know I should have taken some actions to make him pay me up. If I didn’t need the money urgently, I wouldn’t have to come to work here. I have my mother’s bakery down the street but business has been slow and I can’t keep up with rent.I would have gotten a cheaper space and moved out of there, but that bakery holds so much memory of my mum that it’s so hard to let it go. Thinking of my mum changed my mood suddenly and the heaviness I had been trying to keep away was slowly getting in my heart. Too much hurt for this weak heart to bear.I looked down at the cupcakes I was icing and smiled. I made a happy face on all the cupcakes, even though I was sad and miserable.I picked up a cupcake and smiled when memories Mum showing me how to ice the cu
Alessandro Moretti“Do you feel okay sir?” I adjusted the pillow for my grandfather, Charles Moretti again.“Yes, I do” he answered, followed by fits of coughs. I helped him sit up so he could drink water. “Thank you, Sandro” he whispered. I smiled with a nod.“You’re welcome, sir” I looked at my frail-looking grandfather and sighed.He is getting as weak as he looks as the days go by. I didn’t realize I said it out loud.“Sandro my boy, I am not a weak old man. I am strong” he tried to joke but he coughed again and waved me off when I stood to help him.“The pneumonia really shook you, old man” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. My mood mostly.I don’t want to lose my grandfather. He’s the closest to a father I have. My dad is never here and mum just makes matters worse for herself and everyone she comes across.He side-looked me and then chuckled lightly. “Wait, till I am strong enough to kick your butt”I laughed and it sounded genuine then held his hand. “I will be waiting for
Isabelle CampbellI am heating the remaining food I made to give to Mr. Charles after I destroyed the first meal by letting shattered glasses and the floor mix with the food.I am an idiot. I wanted to bang my head so hard on the wall for my stupidity.“Why didn’t I do my findings before accepting the job?” I slapped my forehead and hissed when the assaulted part stung.I was humiliated and lost my job because of that prick, only to come here and work for him. No, I work for his grandfather, the old sickly man I prepare food for. I felt some kind of relief when I realized that arrogant fool wasn’t the one I would be cooking for.I might sound dramatic, but that man is bad-behaved, and spoilt and thinks everything can be handed to him because it’s true. He’s born to this wealth but that didn’t give him the right to downgrade me the way he did yesterday.“I hope you’re not dim” his words from earlier as he helped me carry the tray from the floor bounced in my head.If I wasn’t at fault,