Chapter 29.
— Once upon a time breakfast with crazy grandma…
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I went down every two steps, hoping not to make a false step and roll down the stairs, which would be a big disaster. Luckily, I reached the second floor and turned in the same direction from where a super wonderful smell of food was coming, making my stomach rumble loudly in response. I laughed softly and, quickly and without getting lost in the huge house, found the kitchen.
Unlike the rest of the house, which had a more rustic appearance, the kitchen seemed to be straight out of the future. A not-too-long countertop made of shiny black stone cut through the room, while ten stools in a matte shade of brown faced each other on either side. On the right side was a huge white refrigerator with double doors, as well as the stove beside it. However, what caught my attention the most was the huge glass wall that gave a beautiful v
Chapter 30.— Once upon a time the mad bride…Part 1.Having a good and relaxed conversation with the crazy grandma made me lose the fear that surrounded me and made me very uncomfortable at the Vacchiano Farm. My biggest fear was that Mrs. Paola would kick me out of the farm if we had a moment alone, as happened at breakfast. Fortunately, it was just my anxiety taking away my peace, causing me to almost have a fit and think that the worst could happen. Everything went very well. Amen, brothers! Nonna played the role of mother-in-law, which was supposed to be Mrs. Eva's, and showed me some photo albums. In them I found several pictures of Veronica, from her birth until a few months ago.Needless to say I took some of them and hid them in my suitcase, isn't it my dear readers?I laughed out loud when I came across a picture of my future girlfriend, where she was 16 yea
Chapter 31.— Once upon a time the mad bride…Part 2.Dear reader, in case you said Lorenzo, know that you were wrong, although…— Answering your previous question, Grace. — I mumbled her name dismissively, while a smile broke out. Yes, the bride had taken me to the same room as Lorenzo. — I would also like to know, after all, it was you who brought me here. Besides, this farm belongs to my girlfriend's grandmother. — My lips twitched even more when I noticed how red she was turning. — However, I will be kind and refresh your memory, in case you have forgotten. — I looked down at my short, colorful fingernails, for I knew how she hated to be in the background of an argument. — It was you who invited me to the wedding of the year. — I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.If possible, Sofia Grace had become more flushed with ang
Chapter 32.— Once upon a time the perfect tuning…| Currently. | The events of the previous day still lingered in my being, and the bitter memories wanted to come back to spoil the start of a beautiful morning. I could let myself get down and think about what Sofia Grace had said to me and the way she had kissed me without my permission. I still felt disgusted just remembering it. On the other hand, I decided to let it all go into oblivion and focus on having an amazing trip alongside Veronica. I would not allow myself to be shaken and have part of our trip to Italy spoiled by the meanness and in consequence of other people.I would live in the now, and the now was ….— This is going to go to shit. — I warned, in a mixture of fear and anxiety, for the third time. — Veronica! — I protested, half laughing and half annoyed, when she slapped me hard on the
Chapter 33.— once upon a time a part of Dreams...It was a little past noon, so the sun was high in a sky of a beautiful sky blue, while hardly a cloud interrupted the vastness above our heads. Despite the almost unbearable heat and lack of shade along our route, a welcome breeze eased the heat.— Oh. — I said, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation run through my body as I began to see something yellow on the horizon. — We are almost there, aren't we, Vero? — I asked rhetorically, because it was clear that we were approaching the field of sunflowers.Although they had made history in the United States and acquired several positive zeros in their bank accounts, the grandparents of my beloved blonde bought a farm when they returned to Italy and started a small sunflower and grape farm, just as they had always wanted in their youth. Soon the business grew and the Vacchiano's became one of the
Chapter 34.— Once upon a time, there was a beautiful love story between two women….We still remained sheltered in the shadows of the trees, although it was possible to have a wide and clear view of the waterfall, which was surrounded by huge rocks and touched by the sun's rays. The water should have been perfect for a swim alongside Veronica. On the other hand, it was the space open to the sky that attracted me the most.A small field opened up between the trees and the waterfall.The grass was a little tall and there were some bushes in the middle of the vegetation that stretched like a carpet all the way to the waterfall. In fact, it was as if the small space in the forest was the queen and the trees her subjects, for they seemed to bow and gaze at the unique beauty of the place. Shy flowers gave color to the immensity that was touched by the sun's rays.— Wait a minute, please, Carina! — asked
Chapter 35.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 1.| currently. |The big wedding day had arrived with many surprises and confusions, although I still didn't know what would happen a little later.— Mercy! — My eyes widened. — By the Goddess of Women who like Women, Veronica! — I exclaimed, laughing.The smile on my girlfriend's face was wide and very satisfied.| The day before. |The smile had not left my lips. In fact, I couldn't stop admiring the simple but perfect ring that Veronica had given me the day before, after hearing her confess that she loved me too. Like me, the Italian goddess also wore on her right ring finger a ring that I had bought weeks ago, when I assumed the extent of my feelings for myself. The memory had been in my mind for the last few hours. Everything had been magi
Chapter 36.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 2.| The day before the wedding of the century. |I witnessed up close how my best friend was destroyed and suffered when her former relationship with Sofia Grace came to an end. Unfortunately, there was only love on one side, and I got tired of telling Arabella about it. Although there was a huge depression that enveloped her like a cloak of pain, part of me took a deep breath of pure relief and vowed that I would always stand by Bella, regardless of the situation.I would protect her with my life if it was necessary.When Arabella finally told me that Lora and she were in a serious relationship, I was very, very, very excited, and anxious, hoping that everything would work out this time. It was wonderful to see how they complemented each other and the lighthearted way the courtship unfolded over the wee
Chapter 37.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 3.| Currently. |There was no doubt that Sofia Grace was a despicable being, dear readers. On the other hand, I couldn't say that she made a bad choice for the decoration. In fact, it was too simple for her personal taste, which I still remembered. Everything was very nice, harmonious, and cozy, which was the complete opposite of the extravagant and luxurious life that Grace impotently flaunted and wished she really owned when she hooked her future millionaire husband.— What's with the face, my love? — Veronica asked in an affectionate whisper. Her hand resting on my waist gave a firm squeeze, drawing me out of my thoughts. — I can feel your neurons are burning up from here. — she joked good-humoredly.I nodded and laughed, for my beautiful Italian girlfriend was