Hugging my curled legs I burried my face between my knees while leaning on the side of the bed. My room is filled with darkness and the only thing that brought light is the light from the post light on the backyard.
I've been on this posistion since this afternoon and didn't budge a little although I keep hearing the soft knocks on my door. I wanted to visit my mother because I feel so suffocated right now. I wanted to run away but then my legs are chained because I'm Svanna Rose Zeneca and I am now Vicenzo's wife.
I sob louder remembering that fact. I just signed the marriage contract a while ago and I can't do anything to undo it. I grip the hem of my clothes tightly hearing an unfamiliar sound of a clock. I slightly lift my head resting my chin on my knees wondering where that sound came from but then after a couple of seconds it just disappear.
Sighing I hug my legs more and get back on my previous posistion with my head burried between my knees. The silent
I heaved a breath and unconsciously trace my finger to the moist car window beside me. I draw a figure of a swan and my lips curved into a small smile seeing how adorable it looks like because I'm not really good in arts.Shivering a little because of the too much low temperature inside this Roll Royce car I rolled down the window beside me letting my hand feel the light rain that keep on pouring down since this morning.I wonder if there is a typhoon. The weather is a bit different these past few days."Aren't you cold?" a low baritone voice of Vicenzo break the silence that envelope us making me to turn my gaze towards him.He's sitting comfortably leaning his back on the backrest of the car seat."I'm a bit cold that's why I open the window" I explain causing his lips to move a bit."Close the window, you might caught a cold" he order and instruct the driver to adjust the temperature inside.I wanted to complain but I still did wha
Biting my lower lip I busy myself playing my fingers. I am calm now, but I'm not okay. Dad must be furious because I ruined what he planned. I am with Vicenzo right now, sitting uncomfortable on the backseat of his car.I suddenly remember what Gordon ask me. I really can't stop my father no matter how hard I tried because he knows my weakness."Did you received the flower bouquet from me?" Vicenzo ask beside me " They were freshly picked before it was delivered to you" he added and I felt him look at me.I don't exactly know where are we going and it's really uncomfortable that Gordon is not with me."Svanna" he called me in low voice and I can't help but to rolled my eyes because of his demanding attitude."I don't like flowers" I utter not giving him a single glance.I was telling the truth. My nose is quite sensitive with smell. Actually, I'm close to complaining with his manly perfume that irritates my nostrils. This a big torture for m
Shock by his statement, it took me for a while to regain my senses as I felt the tip of his finger doing a circular motion on my back getting my attention not wanting to be ignore by me.I shut my eyes close as I felt an electric shocked that flow on my veins. My mind is blank and I can't find a word to say. I wanted him to stop because it would be really embarrassing when the driver notice us.He pushed his self to me more covering me with his manly figure pressing my back on the backrest of the car. What is he planninh to do? Our position is a bit awkward, he's too close and the proximity of our body making my body shake increasing the rate of my breath."Vicenzo" I breathlessly complain wanting him to move away from me.I can't now see the driver because his shoulder is blocking my gaze while his hand is possessively holding my waist tightly.I tried to move demanding enough distance between our body but he groaned in disapproval tightening the
"Relax and sleep" he hoarsely whisper in demanding balance tone and pulled me closer to him.His strong arm is resting on my stomach while we're laying on the bed. He's hugging me tightly while I'm staring on the ceiling stiffed with our uncomfortable position. I honestly don't know what to react.Should I pushed him?I move a little to give distance between our body but he groaned in complain and snuggle his face on my neck making me gasp silently.Why do we need to sleep?"Sleep wife, take a rest for a while" he whisper in husky voice and I felt his hand move on my side moving slowly up and down.He sound so sleepy and I can't help myself to glance at him. His eyes is closed and his breathing evenly as if he's comfortable with his position right now.I open my mouth and mouthed a word of disapproval with him but then it's better for me to just shut my mouth. I can't believe that I'll be laying on the bed with someone that I don't kn
'She doesn't need to know'I lost myself with my own thoughts while doing stretching. I'm staring to nowhere thinking what does Vicenzo hiding. It seems like he's hiding something from me. By the tone of that man's voice asking Vicenzo, a series of questions piled up on my head. There is is something on the way that man ask him.I really hate this curiosity of mine but what can I do? This is my way of protecting myself. Trying to figure out things on my own especially if it is about me.Biting my lower lip I bent my knee before stretching my leg. Stretching is crucial to us ballerinas, aside from the fact that we need stretch therapy to improve our flexibility, stretching before doing advance move will help us to prevent dance injuries and also to improve our range of motion.I stood up straight and walk towards the barre and lift my right leg up to meet the barre. I stay on the that position as I slowly hinge my upper body forward to lean into my stretch
I braided my hair while looking at myself on the mirror. This is my second day living in this house, so far I am living peacefully. I don't know if Vicenzo came home last night because I sleep early. I eat dinner with Calcifer and Gordon but none of them inform me about Vicenzo's whereabouts thay day.Well, I am not that worried with him. He has a lot of guards surround him and I like the set up of our marriage. Although I'm occupying the same room with him, it seems like I was all alone because I don't see him often.I lick my lips to moisten it a little before I grab my white cotton jacket. I'm just wearing a black brallete just above my mid-waist and cover it with a white see through short sleeve top pair with my black fitted cotton short."I'm ready to go" I whisper in singing voice before I get my sports bag and head to the door.Twisting the knob to open, I'm not surpise anymore when I can't heard anything but silence. I walk a little faster downsta
I'm haft asleep feeling the soft comfortable mattress of the bed. My body feel warm and it's not aching in pain, I'm not feel restless just like what I expected.I rolled to the right side of the bed trying to reach my soft pillow when I felt something on my legs making me flinch. I felt a hand caressing my thight down to my legs giving me a gentle massage. I groaned in contentment wanting for more when realization hits me.I open my eyes as if I was awake because of a bad dream and pulled away. Panicked rose up on my system as I saw Vicenzo's creased forehead "You're here!" I exclaimed in breathy voice."Of course I am" he replied puzzled with my sudden reaction.He's still wearing his white long sleeve. His hair is messy and I saw his tie on the left side corner of the bed.How long did I sleep by the way?"Stop creasing your forehead woman" he observe unbuttoning his white long sleeve.I push my body away from him until my back fel
"There will be no wedding" I firmly said looking at Vicenzo seriously.There will be no wedding. It's enoughed that we're married on papers, there's no need for us to have a wedding because for me wedding is very sacred thing and we don't love each other for us to have a wedding. Our marriage is all about money- a deal between him and my father. As much as possible I want our marriage to stay hidden."Why? You are already my wife" he asked creasing his forehead.I shut my eyes close and stood up on my seat "That's my point! I am your wife now. There's no need for us to get wed because we're already married" I explain.It's enoughed that I'm married with him in papers. But there's no way for me to agree on that wedding. I'm not going to get wed with him.I carefully and nervously eyed Vicenzo who's sitting on the bed with his stoic face. His jaw is not clenching just like a while ago but the seriousness of his face is kinda alarming."S-Saint
Svanna Rose Zeneca-SantoriniWhen Vicenzo said that 'this is now over' he was wrong. That is just the end of our first journey together and the beginning of another battle that we must conquer together. During that last fight with Flacara Mafia, everything changes. Gordon died... Mom killed him intentionally. I couldn't accept it. But I need to be strong because he told me that he wanted to see me rising from the spotlight.I thought being the prima ballerina is the peak of my dreams. But then I realize that I just wanted to have Vicenzo stay with me the rest of our life. I don't need to be the prima ballerina of Zeneca Ballet or to be the white swan of Swan Lake play. Because I am already the prima ballerina to my own story and I just have to recognize that the main character doesn't just always play at the center. She could be a black swan like me.And this is my last dance, my last dance as the black swan. Because
When you thought everything is okay, reality will suddenly slapped you real hard- that no matter how good everything was, bad things is still right behind the corner waiting for the right time to strike again and mess your life again.It's always like that. You're a happy and then you're sad later. If you're sad now, you're happy later. It is a continuous cycle, a very redundant scenario. It was like a story that has a same plot but with different lines. It so fuck up!Before I end up in this kind of mess, in this kind of danger- everything is just good compare now. I have a peaceful and quite life away from trouble. I know it's boring because I spent all my life in dancing isolating myself from the people around me.I don't have a good relationship to my father, we don't usually talk, we don't even eat a meal together. I am not that welcome to the eyes of Mommy Adie even to Aliah, my haft sister. I was the black swan of the Zeneca family. I exist but only as th
"Where did you go?"I lift my head and I saw Vicenzo looking at me seriously. His rugged face is screaming with annoyance. He doesn't look pleased and I know the reason why.But instead of being scared with his unwelcoming greeting, I walk fast towards him and hug him tightly. I felt him stilled and his body went rigid with our sudden contact. But later after I felt his arm wrap around my waist and possessively pulled me even more to him.He's sitting on the single couch while I'm sitting on the top of his lap facing him with my legs wide open. Our position is quite awkward but I don't really care, I feel bad because of what happen."Tell me what happen?" He whisper while caressing my back.I sniff and buried my face on his neck "I miss Mom..." I whisper.He sigh "That's why you sneak out?" He utter in a controlled tone of voice.I pulled away and face him. His brows furrowed when he saw the dry tears in my face but later on his face
"No..." I shake my head and close my eyes "No...this is not true. I am just hallucinating. This is not true" I mumble to myself and pulled my hair.There's no way my Mom is alive after all these years. I always visit her grave, I always visit her whenever I miss her. Whenever I felt like everything seems against me. Whenever I felt alone..."You are not hallucinating Chèrie," Gianni said behind me "Tita Vanda is alive. She's alive Svanna Rose. The reason why Tito Roman doesn't want you to visit her grave is because she was never been buried-""No!" I scream, shaking my head "Mom is dead! She's not my Mom!" I exclaimed crying while looking at the woman in front of me who look exactly like me."Tito Romano never visit her grave, it's because he know that Tita Vanda never die in the first place-""Stop it Gianni!" I cut him off, breathing heavily while my eyes is clouded with tears.I shook my head and step back. My heart is beating fast
Let's meet...I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Wearing a black longsleeve top and black gap fit leggings I sneak out to the backyard of the mansion. It took me almost ten minutes before I successfully climb the tall wall that surrounded the mansion. I actually make sure that Vicenzo men is done checking the area before I sneak out.I honestly don't know why do I need to sneak out. But then my instinct is telling me that Vicenzo will not let me if I ask him to meet Gianni knowing that Calcifer and Greco has a suspicion to my cousin.I'm stubborn, I know that. But I really need to do this. I don't understand what does he mean by his message. Mom is alive? And he doesn't want Vicenzo to be my husband? That's absurd! That's crazy.I sigh and fix my black cap before I run away, making sure that nobody notice my disappearance. I immediately call a cab and give the address to the driver who keep on glancing at me because of my weirdness. Oh yeah,
I am crying non-stop, I don't know what to do. Dra. Mhalia is trying to reach me out and talk to me but I couldn't open my mouth to speak back. The image of Piato being shot in his shot as he slowly fell on the floor keep on rolling back inside my head. It keep on replaying like a broken movie tape. It won't stop bugging me. I am guilty, scared, and anxious."Mrs. Santorini..." Dra. Mhalia whisper, wanting to get my attention.With weary eyes, I turn my gaze at her. She's sitting on the chair beside my bed wearing the same white lab gown. I sniff when she smile at me, as if she's telling me that everything is alright without uttering a word."W-Where's Vicenzo?" I stuttered.I'm the first one who break the sound of my soft cries. I brush off those dry tears in my face. Worries is very visible in my eyes and I couldn't hide it. How will I do that if I am eating my guilt. I am asking them what happen to Piato but none of them gave me an assuring answer. The
"I don't understand him..." I whisper when I get back inside the car.I felt Piato look at me through the rearview mirror but I just remain my gaze out of the window staring at Gianni who's still standing in front of my mother's tombstone facing us.I suddenly recall what Calcifer told me. He said Gianni didn't attend the last board meeting after his business trip in Russia. I don't exactly know what kind of business he went there, but Cal said that there is something odd with my cousin and he will figure it out and inform me.I took a deep breath and my phone suddenly rang. Without a second thought, I pull it out from my clutch bag. Vicenzo's name flashes on the screen so I immediately press the answer button, afraid that I might worry him."Where are you?" He asks in a low controlled tone of voice without greeting me.I bit my lower lip and hesitantly look at Piato who also looks nervous because of the sudden call."I'm on my way home now"
After spending a week on our honeymoon, everything turns back to normal. Daddy Victor and some of Vicenzo's cousins return to Italy. While Vicenzo on the other hand is now busy managing his company. He has loads of paper works to do, and I heard Greco is already complaining about those business proposals that have not been reviewed yet.But despite his busy schedule, he always makes time for me. He wakes up early than usual to prepare our breakfast- yes! He's like a house husband, he's the one who makes our breakfast. He even memorizes my diet plan. For the past few days, I really feel how Vicenzo exerts too much effort to become the husband that he promised to me.He's very patient with my schedule, Calcifer always makes fun of him calling him 'Mr. understanding husband' because of his sudden changes. Although he came home late, he was still able to wake up early the next day. He's not that grumpy as before, he is always gentle and calm now. But one thing that will ne
I softly moan when I felt the sunbeam kissed my face. I turn around facing my back to the window hiding my face on the pillow I'm hugging. I am still sleepy, and my body still can feel what happen last night.I felt my face flushed although I'm haft asleep. Remembering the intimate night with my husband makes me blush. It seems like my face heated on its own so I cover my face even more.But then I felt a strong arm rested on my waist and then the bed move. The smell of bath soap invades my nostrils when I felt something soft touch the side of my forehead. My nose should be irritated with the sudden scent but then, it smells so nice being whiffed by a scent of cool mint. My soreness seems like disappear, everything feels so good and warm now, when the arm pulled me, caging me into a tight embrace."Wake up now, sleepyhead" I heard Vicenzo whisper in my left ear using his hoarse voice.I moan softly again with that simple sweet gesture from him. He always