Giancarlo“It's so nice to finally have you around, Mr Caruso.”Claire's mother's voice came out in a rather pleasant home, a wide smile plastered to her face. Like Claire, she had auborn hair and a very pretty face. Her face makes her look you get than her age.“Please, call me Giancarlo.” I returned the friendliness, a bit uncomfortable with the formal name.“Well then, Giancarlo.”Like planned, we were having a family dinner in Claire's apartment. My grandad willingly agreed to it with no hassle, he had even volunteered to bring Enzo and I here.My eyes darts towards Claire's sister, Elizabeth, like they had introduced her. She was the very quiet type with sleek brunette hair and green eyes, brighter than Claire's. I had a feeling this was not the first time I was seeing her.“You have beautiful daughters, might I say.” My grandfather spoke, s
ClaireA lot of things have happened tonight, but Eliza speaking to Giancarlo in that tone was not one I expected. The whole table turned towards her, completely shocked by her outbursts.“Excuse me?” Giancarlo was just as shocked as everybody, too shocked to think of proper words to say.“You heard me, you are not going anywhere with my sister.”“Eliza…” I tried to talk to her, but my father beat me to it.“Elizabeth, what's wrong? Why would you say something like that to your sister's fiancé?”Yeah right, fiancé indeed…“Dad, it just doesn't make sense to me. Don't you smell anything fishy? Even Claire and his best friend here didn't know the trip was happening?”Her voice was calm and collected, a complete contrast to what mine would've been was I in her shoes.L“The trip is alr
“May I join you ladies.”Penelope and I darted our gaze towards the owner of the voice and a smile crept up my face.“Enzo! Fancy seeing you here. Of course you can join us.”“Hi.” He threw a light greeting towards Penelope, but she was too stuck staring at him to breathe a response. I almost laughed at her behaviour, but I didn't want to give her away.“Looking beautiful as always, Claire.”“Oh please, don't flatter me.”I blushed slightly, laughing gently to cover up the blush.“I don't flatter, I state facts. I'm sure your friend would agree with me.”He turned his gaze to Penny and she blurted out the first words that came to her mouth.“Oh yes, yes, horses can fly. I totally agree with you?”“Penny!” I called in an embarrassing tone, and she snapped out
I couldn't exactly tell how long it was. A few days? Weeks? All I knew was that it wasn't up to months since I started living with Giancarlo.Since the last fight with them, my parents haven't even tried to put effort into our relationship, which kind of just gave me a solid ground on the fact that I might not be their daughter.I resumed work as usual and though a few times Giancarlo tried to make me quit, but I was solid on my ground. Though we acted like a sweet couple in public or in front of his grandfather.“Ughh….. that bright colour again. Your tastes for weird colours make you look childish.”I turned at the sound of Giancarlo's voice, almost dropping the plate in my head. Rolling my eyes, I set my eyes back to the table. Lately, he's been getting on the tips of my nerves. If it wasn't my choice of colours, it was my choice of clothing, or the way I do things.“It's not my faul
GiancarloThe colour riot silk scarf she had around her neck with the bright green blazers she had on was the first thing that caught my attention.“Ohhh what a beautiful scarf you have on. I didn't see you this morning, would've given you my compliments.” I said, the side of my lips tugging up in a smile. She glared at me but rolled her eyes without giving me a response.“Now's not the time to be sarcastic.” Enzo chided, a little bit too serious.“What's all this about, Enzo? Is the world coming to an end?”“Close to it.”“What's wrong? What's going on? Is it something about me?” Claire asked. You could see the nerves swimming in her eyes.“You might want to sit down to hear it.”We all sat down on the sofa. Enzo and Claire in one while I sat on the one opposite of theirs.“I think your g
Claire's sister was the last person I expected to run into at a place like this. She's just someone you would see tucked away at family functions, not lurking in the shadows of a dive bar.I stared at her, her eyes quietly observant and her demeanor as composed as ever, contrasting starkly with the raucous energy around us. “That sentence should be coming from me.” “Why?” She asked in her ever so calm voice. She was a complete opposite of Claire. “You don't strike me as someone who drinks, and clearly not someone who comes to a bar.” “Too bad I didn't meet your righteous expectations.” “Hmm.” I hummed in response.That wasn't the case at all. At this point, I doubt anybody in this age doesn't take alcohol. She just didn't look like someone to be in a loud and razzy place. “What are you doing here?” She asked as the bartender poured me yet another shot. “The same reason as you are.” “Did you lose a court case because of an evidence you didn't review yourself?” I stared at her
ClaireThe music thumped through the room, the heavy beats of Cardio B’s wap, reverberating in my chest, loud enough to drown out my own thoughts. I spun on my toes, hands on my knees as Ilved my waist up down while staring at myself in the mirror. I was elated from the Idea of it all. No clothes, no worries—just me, my music, and the giddy pulse of excitement.The bass dropped, and I bent lower, hair wild around my face, body moving in a rhythm that everyone knew. I was lost in it, completely untethered, until I turned around and melt eyes crashed with gray orbsI froze.He stood there, his eyes partly open, his lips tugged into a smile. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he just walked in on me naked. His expression was nothing compared to what I expected.Oh. My. God. Is that how unappealing I look?“What the—Can't you fucking knock?” The hands of the clock began to move again, and suddenly, I was hyper aware of everything—my bare skin, the alarming fact that I was
Giancarlo “Sir, I was about to bring in some things to you.” Sydney's voice stopped me the moment I stepped out of my office to go have lunch.“What are they about?” I asked, stopping and turning around to face her.“We wanted to know what the theme for this year's gala would be?” “I thought we had a team for that?”“Yes, but they wanted to know if you would have any preferences. You know last year you—”“Tell them I say they can deal with it. I don't want to hear anything about the gala, all I want to do about it is attend it.” I said, cutting her short. I already have a lot to deal with, and an annual gala wouldn't be added to it.“Alright, sir.” “Is that all?” “Yes sir.” She nodded with a smile on her face before taking her seat as I turned around to leave.I walked into the cafeteria expecting nothing more than the usual hum of conversation and the comforting aroma of coffee and food. I was walking towards the counter when a voice stopped me. “Excuse me?” I turned to the dir
GiancarloI stared at the gate agent like she had suddenly grown two heads. None of what she was saying made sense to me and the sight of the security men approaching only added to my anger.It was clear from the look on her face that Claire was tensed. Though she was trying to keep her wits together, I could almost heart the sound of her loud heart beat.“What do you mean by we can't take off?” I asked, throwing a quick glance to the security men that had already gotten to us. One tried to grab my arm, but I moved just in time, glaring at him.“Don't you dare touch me! What the fuck is going on? Are you forgetting who I am?” It wasn't my style to use such lines, but at this point it seemed they were forgetting I was a Caruso.“I'm sorry sir, there's a issue with the clearance of this flight, so you can't take off.” the lady said, still holding that tight-lipped smile on her face.
I wouldn't have thought Enzo was harbouring feelings for me but the near kiss at the bar was evidence enough. I had moved away on time before his lips connected with mine and quickly acted drunk.He seemed embarrassed at first but I was thankful he took the clue and just laughed it off. The next day I pretended not to remember anything about that night and ever since then Enzo has paid me more attention than usual.It was clear he had feelings for me, and he was doing little to nothing to hide it. The little gestures, the compliments, the light smiles, everything was as clear as day. I couldn't tell exactly how I felt about him, but all I could say was I felt a special kind of pull towards him.Penny was another reason I couldn't put a definition of what I felt for him. She was a little bit too obsessed with him. One way or the other, Lorenzo just happened to find a way into every one of our conversations.How could I
ClaireThe car was too quiet, the weight of his stupid announcement pressing the air around us. What? Marriage in three months? How could he do something like that without informing me? And there was no way on this planet I'd marry an arrogant bastard.I stared out the window, watching city lights blur past, my nails digging into my palm to keep from exploding. His voice broke the silence—low, careful, like he thought he could buy me over with the gentility in it."You're awkwardly quiet ?"I didn’t answer. My jaw was locked tight, as I kept looking out the window. The look on Penny's was the same as mine when he made the announcement . Complete shock that quickly morphed into anger which I quickly masked because of the gazes that were locked on me.I kept hearing my mother’s voice, that proud, breathless laugh when he made the announcement. Her hands clutching her chest like she'd won the lottery. At tha
Giancarlo“Over here please”“Smile”“Lift your chin up a bit.”“That's it.”“You guys look so good together.”“Should we be expecting marriage soon?”Those were the questions I could filter out from the list of questions that were being thrown at us. We wore smiles, posing and turning for the camera when need be.“Keep your smile steady and hold your head up high. You're with me.” I whispered through the chaos as I noticed her getting tensed.Her hand was a bit tight in mine, but its warmth weighed lightly against my chest. I should have been focusing on the flashes—chin up, shoulders squared, effortless smile and aura—but I wasn’t. Not when she stood beside me looking like that.I knew I was making a bad choice when I chose that dress.The dress hugged her just righ
I laid on my bed after the rather long day I had. I tossed and turned, unable to close my eyes. My anger towards Giancarlo didn't make me go down for dinner and now I was feeling the repercussions of my actions.My stomach growled in protest, but I was determined not to have dinner for that night nor have to be in the same room as him. I turned again and closed my eyes, about to force myself to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. It better not be who I'm thinking. I ignored it and just closed my eyes again, but the knock came again, this time followed by the sound of the door opening. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep.“I know you're not sleeping.” He called out in a gentle tone making me sigh. I turned around and faced him, turning on my bedside lamp. “I don't think you need the lights, the colours are blinding already.” “What do you want?” Ignoring his comment, I asked without holding back the bite in my tone. “Ouch! Seems like you don't want me here.” he said, clutchi
ClaireAs the words fell from my mouth, there was a bit of silence like the walls were taking in the weight of my words. I had never felt that much anger before and it was taking everything in me not to bite off Giancarlo's ears. He stands there and call me Jealous, insensitive after violating me with no iota of remorse. I couldn't take it anymore, we were keeping up with this because the world thought we were married. If I spilled the beans, then I could go back to my apartment and to my normal life. “You wouldn't dare!” He growled, the smirk on his face replaced by anger. “Watch me.” I said with spite as I walked towards the exit, but Enzo was quick to block me. “Hey, hey, hey…. Why don't we all calm down?”“Calm down? Can't you hear what he's saying? He kisses a girl and uses me to avoid public backlash and he's refusing to get down from his high horse!” “And so what if I used you to avoid a public backlash? You're forgetting that the world thinks we're engaged and whatever ba
Giancarlo “Sir, I was about to bring in some things to you.” Sydney's voice stopped me the moment I stepped out of my office to go have lunch.“What are they about?” I asked, stopping and turning around to face her.“We wanted to know what the theme for this year's gala would be?” “I thought we had a team for that?”“Yes, but they wanted to know if you would have any preferences. You know last year you—”“Tell them I say they can deal with it. I don't want to hear anything about the gala, all I want to do about it is attend it.” I said, cutting her short. I already have a lot to deal with, and an annual gala wouldn't be added to it.“Alright, sir.” “Is that all?” “Yes sir.” She nodded with a smile on her face before taking her seat as I turned around to leave.I walked into the cafeteria expecting nothing more than the usual hum of conversation and the comforting aroma of coffee and food. I was walking towards the counter when a voice stopped me. “Excuse me?” I turned to the dir
ClaireThe music thumped through the room, the heavy beats of Cardio B’s wap, reverberating in my chest, loud enough to drown out my own thoughts. I spun on my toes, hands on my knees as Ilved my waist up down while staring at myself in the mirror. I was elated from the Idea of it all. No clothes, no worries—just me, my music, and the giddy pulse of excitement.The bass dropped, and I bent lower, hair wild around my face, body moving in a rhythm that everyone knew. I was lost in it, completely untethered, until I turned around and melt eyes crashed with gray orbsI froze.He stood there, his eyes partly open, his lips tugged into a smile. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he just walked in on me naked. His expression was nothing compared to what I expected.Oh. My. God. Is that how unappealing I look?“What the—Can't you fucking knock?” The hands of the clock began to move again, and suddenly, I was hyper aware of everything—my bare skin, the alarming fact that I was
Claire's sister was the last person I expected to run into at a place like this. She's just someone you would see tucked away at family functions, not lurking in the shadows of a dive bar.I stared at her, her eyes quietly observant and her demeanor as composed as ever, contrasting starkly with the raucous energy around us. “That sentence should be coming from me.” “Why?” She asked in her ever so calm voice. She was a complete opposite of Claire. “You don't strike me as someone who drinks, and clearly not someone who comes to a bar.” “Too bad I didn't meet your righteous expectations.” “Hmm.” I hummed in response.That wasn't the case at all. At this point, I doubt anybody in this age doesn't take alcohol. She just didn't look like someone to be in a loud and razzy place. “What are you doing here?” She asked as the bartender poured me yet another shot. “The same reason as you are.” “Did you lose a court case because of an evidence you didn't review yourself?” I stared at her