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I cover my mouth with my hands as my eyes wander around the marquee. It's elegant, beautiful, and breathtaking. Curtain fairy lights line the interior of the marquee, and silvery and red rose petals cover the ground, filling the inside with a beautiful sweet fragrance. White balloons with string attached to them float to the top and in the far corner, there is a black veil hanging up, looking improper. I turn around to face Alessandro as he presses his body against mine. Dropping my hands, my eyes begin to water and a silly smile stains my face. I'm so taken aback by this gesture, I don't know what to do or say. I suppose thanking him would be a good start. “Alessandro,” I breathe out, meeting his gaze. “This is beyond beautiful. I'm so speechless, I don't know what to say.” I giggle with embarrassment. “Thank you...” A lopsided smirk spreads across his handsome face. “You haven't seen anything yet.” He kisses me on the head and leads me to the corner of the marquee w
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE.
TWO WEEKs LATER. I stare back at myself in the full-length mirror. Gnawing on my inner cheek as I twist my torso side to side, getting a glimpse of myself from every angle possible. “What do you think? I like this one a lot, but I'm not too thrilled about the length of the train.” I look back into the mirror and meet the dressmaker's gaze. “If you want, I can put that skirt on this dress. It will take me about a week to sew. As you already know, I'm up to my ears in work this season.” She kindly offers with her index finger, tapping her chin as she's deep in thought. I turn around to face Nic and Selena. “What do you girls think?” I ask sceptically. They look at each other with glassy eyes. We've been at the Bridal Boutique for about an hour while I've been trying dresses on, and they've been sitting on the lavish red leather sofa sipping on champagne. “We love it!” They finally answer after whispering between themselves. Selena sets her glass on the tiny table in front of t
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
TWO DAYs LATER.I'm sitting at the kitchen counter sipping my herbal tea and listening to Savannah tell me about the train adventure we took two evenings ago while she eats her cereal for breakfast.“…and when the train began to shake and scream when it slowed down, I got scared.” She giggles. “Did you get scared too, Aunt Ivy? I don't think you did because your body wasn't shaking like mine was.” She says as she shoves a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. I shake my head as I chuckle. “No, my little lioness. I've been on a train many times, so I know what to expect, and you have to remember that the trains and tracks they travel along are very old.” I ruffle her hair. “Would you like to go on another train ride?”Dropping her spoon back into her bowl, milk splashes across the countertop. “Si. Si.” She chants, bouncing up and down on her stool with excitement. “I'll make you a deal then. If you can do all your school work with no interruptions, I'll take you out for another train ri
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I walk through the front door of the villa with a splitting headache and sleep on my mind.But first, I need to find Ivy and make things right. I understand she is hurting and furious with my sudden departure and the brief note I left her.Ryan made that apparent. And Riccardo did warn me to wait and explain the situation to her. It's pretty evident that I didn’t, and guilt consumes me entirely. Ivys’ bellissinmo face is the last image I see before I shut my eyes at night and the first image that flashes across my mind when I wake up.Internally, I'm a fucking mess!This trip was a waste of time, and I'm probably in the doghouse for who knows how long.As I'm walking towards my office to place my gun in my safe, I hear voices coming from the living room, and I decide to check it out. Upon entering the living room, rubbing the sides of my temples, my eyes instantly fall upon Ivy as she sits on the sofa with a worried look on her face. Like she's just
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I run my hands through my hair as I exhale. I have no idea what is going on and am completely bewildered. Riccardo tells me this is Alessandros’ method of submitting to me as he drapes an extremely thick coat with weights over Alessandros’ shoulders. His face distorts in anguish as he attempts to maintain his calm and stance. “Tell him what's bothering you and what you expect from him.” Riccardo shares with me. I nod my head, looking around the yard, and I become well aware that we have an audience on our hands. Part of me wants to tell them all to piss right off, but then the other part of me wants them to stay. So they can hear what I've said straight from my mouth, rather than the gossip that spreads through the thin walls like wildfire. I return my attention to Alessandro. His head is bowed as he continues to kneel before me. Swallowing my pride, I lower myself onto my knees. “You hurt me,” I declare in an even tone. “I know you have been driven by wrath to find Mrs D
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I turn my attention to the large clock on the wall. “Shit!” I mutter, walking out of the kitchen with my stomach twisting in knots. “Viktor?” I call out as I see him talking to one of the other henchmen. He expresses his farewells and jogs towards me. “You called, Miss Bishop?” He responds with a broad grin. “I did.” I chuckle. Viktor is always smiling, and I've noticed whenever he smiles, I smile too, as his is infectious. “I need to go into town. I have a lunch date with the girls and if I don't leave now, I'm going to be super late.” I exhale loudly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the week away. “Very well, I'll bring the car around and inform Ryan?” He curtly bows his head and walks away before I can respond. I make my way out of the villa after retrieving my handbag and to where the car awaits, with Ryan behind the wheel and Viktor holding the passenger door wide open. As I slide into the car, I raise my brows at him. “Don't.” He mu
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THE FOLLOWING WEEK.As I walk into Alessandros’ office, knowing that his meeting is drawing to an end; I hear his velvet voice fill the vicinity.“Is there still no word from Ryan?” He asks his henchmen with frustration.I trip over my feet, thanking the God's no one saw me, as everyone is distracted with the folios they have in their grasps.“I'll take that as a firm no,” Alessandro mutters under his breath as he types away on his keyboard.Guilt nibbles away at my heart.I desperately want to tell him where Ryan is to prevent him from stressing out any further. Then I consider the consequences of telling him that I sent one of his finest men on a mission without his knowledge.It's undoubtedly safer if I don't tell him. I scan the third row of books at the bottom of the bookcase and halt when my finger lands on Roses' favourite novel. I remove it from the shelf and open it, turning the pages as dust escapes from the spine.Just as I'm about to close it, a scrap of paper falls out
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“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed. As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him. “What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks. “Si, you.” He hisses. She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face. “You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk
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