Going about her cottage, the woman brushed away her chin-length white hair and went about the interior, gently humming to herself. Her dress swayed with her movements as she danced along to the music playing and just as her song finished her doorbell rang.
"Well, who could that be, Ms. Snowy?" She looked down at the little kitten before making her way to the door.
A wide smile overcame her face and her blue eyes lightened with joy at the man before
That week Serafina spent enveloped in her parent's love; allowing them to remain at her home - not that they had given her much of a choice - and helped her through the emotional turmoil which had been weighing down on her. Her brothers, Arsenio and Marco had even come to visit along with Angelica and Arsenio's 2 and 4-year-old daughters, Irene and Aurora.She loved her little nieces and the way they were always so open and honest about everything. Serafina remembers laughing when the 4-year-old came to her lying figure, looked at her face, and said: "You look ugly". Her father had begun to admonish her, but Serafina had just
A new guard had been assigned to Serafina, a man named Alessandro, but known as Everest. He was a man of Salvatore's elite force, a small group of men specialized in certain fields and used for specialized means. They weren't often assigned to be bodyguards, but it seems Serafina was an exception. The first time she had met him, he hand introduced himself formally but then proceeded to surprise her with his words."I have been assigned to look after you and not get you coffee, or clean your house, fetch your dry cleanings, and buying your groceries, do not mistake me for your errand boy."
Click.Click.Click.The sound of the laptop’s mouse clicking infiltrated the living room, the sun shining through the open curtains as a gentle breeze caused the leaves outside to flutter in a dance. The living room was beautiful with light wooden flooring, and rich brown leather sofas forming an open square, facing the wall with the flat screen T.V, a low lying wooden coffee table in the center.
'Serafina' The contact name read, the man sitting with his gaze looking down at her contact details, even clicking open their exchange of messages as an ache spread through him, contemplating typing something or calling her."Coffee?" A voice brought him out of his reverie, tearing his misty green eyes from the phone screen, he was greeted by the sight of her smiling at him in amusement.
After that glimpse of Alessio, Serafina could not bring herself to get out of bed, her mind plagued by guilt; her stomach squirmed in fear and the tears kept streaming no matter what she did. Her parents had called a couple of times, checking in on her, and every time they called, she made her voice as even as it could be and told them she was fine.She did not go to the gallery, nor get any more pictures developed, just day after day, she spent it lying in bed and crying.
"Something urgent came up, dad and I will be back for lunch."Serafina read her mother's message, yawning and rubbing her head.Stretching her arms, she decided to take a shower before going downstairs and grabbing something to eat. Changing into a dark grey sweatshirt and slim fit denim jeans, she combed the tangles out of her hair before making her way downstairs, wondering how obsessive her mother was about cleaning that the entire house was spick-and-span even at 9:30 in the morning.
Her fingers trembled and her leg kept bouncing up and down, Serafina felt utterly out of control as her breathing came in hard pants, her hands smeared in blood with a streak running down her cheek. Letting out a ragged breath, she wiped at the tears that fell, her stomach churning with her throat dry like a desert, worry consuming her mind as to how Alessio was doing.She feared the ambulance was too late because by the time they had arrived, Alessio had passed out and his breathing shallowed to being almost non-existent.
Serafina loved her bedroom in the estate.Her walls were a very subtle grey with a white platform bed against the wall opposite the entrance door, photography hung atop the bed. Two round vanity tables on either side, matching her bed with lamps on them. Her sheets, this time around were a blush pink color - last time they had been navy blue. There were floor cushions in front of the bed, facing the flat screen T.V mounted on the wall and a Persian rug was beneath her bed with a door leading to the walk-in-closet and then the ensuite bath. To the left, there was a cozy window niche with a throw blanket and cushions, the windows loo
The sound of the shower running infiltrated the washroom. The steam rising and dispersing throughout the space with the sound of music accompanying the pitter-patter of the water droplets. Serafina allowed the pressured water to wash over her, her tresses clinging to her as the glass of the shower cabin became even more opaque than it already was.With the mixture of water and music, she never heard the door open, much less did she notice the presence of the person enter as she was too busy washing her hair, running her fingers through her tresses. The sound of the shower cabin door opening had her jump in surprise, turning around
"He's not real," Arsenio stated with certainty while he picked out clothes from the closet, his sister sitting cross-legged on the bed. "I don't believe it,""Either he is real, or I've been dating a ghost for the past 2 years," Serafina stated nonchalantly while flipping through the book in her hand."He's..." Her eldest brother trailed, picking out a button-up with slacks. "Too perfect,"
Alessio stood in a black button-up with denim jeans, his foot up on the bed as he struggled to tie the laces on his high ankle sneakers. With a puff of air, he stood from the bed, a hand against his wound as it still ached in protest of the movement. Going about the room, he slowly put everything in the brown leather overnight bag that lay on the mattress, having insisted that he could do it, and sent his mother and brother away before they could try and pack for him.Despite his wound not having completely healed yet and his grey complexion, he was finally getting discharged today and the doctors had done some tests before handing
The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead.Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.
Men went about grabbing their preferred gun of choice, loading it with bullets, and storing additional magazines into the folds of their vests. Each one having replaced their immaculate suits for all black camouflage pants, matching t-shirts, and combat boots. Bulletproof vests covering their chests with additional weapons hidden in their pockets. Salvatore was one of the men in the midst of all the preparations, dressed like every single of them and loading the mag of his semi-automatic pistol."Are you sure you should go?" Arsenio asked hesitantly from the side, glancing uncertainly at his parents who watched with disapproving lo
Serafina's eyes fluttered open not even two hours after she had fallen asleep, the sight of her twin brother eating a bucket of ice cream greeting her as he was watching a movie on low volume. Rubbing her eyes she looked down at her phone screen, blinking away the bleariness before flopping onto the pillow."What are you doing awake at 3 a.m. in the morning?" She sat up and took the spoon from his hands and taking a bite out of the chocolate chip ice cream.
Serafina hadn't been to this estate since her wedding day, and even looking at it now, a wave of nostalgia hit her.It was a beautiful mansion with cream walls and Greek columns, windows on almost every side, and was generally surrounded by well-kept lush green grass and flowers, but given the snowfall, it was surrounded by fields of white. Unlike Salvatore's estate, it was much smaller and had only two floors with a single basement. Being rectangular in shape, it wasn't divided into wings, but there were certain rooms which had been kept closed off to the public when the Costa's resided here.
Serafina refused to talk to her family. Her parent would come to check in on her and she'd ignore them, she refused to look at Marco, and always walked away when Arsenio tried to approach. Salvatore was on bed rest, and apparently, she had hit his head harder than anticipated because he was often throwing up and looked horrifyingly dazed – granted, she had just heard all that and not actually seen him.It took her a couple of days to come to terms with everything she was told, a part of her didn't want to believe it, but the unbiased part of her knew it was true.
Serafina paced the length of the hallway outside her brother's bedroom, gnawing at her lips as her legs were beginning to ache with her excessive walk. She had no idea how long she had been pacing the floor, but she knew it had been a good hour, maybe even more.Maybe he's asleep. She thought hopefully, cautiously standing with her eat pressed to the door, straining to hear any movement.Maybe he has a whore inside