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
Chapter 38.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 1.If angry looks could kill, my beautiful girlfriend and I would be seven feet under the ground, which didn't bother me one bit. On the contrary, it brought a huge smile to my crimson-colored lips and a feeling of satisfaction, because the last part of my revenge was about to come true. It would be in that marriage, mediocre and based on lies and more lies, that my sweet family would have its secrets exposed, including that girl who had dared to forcibly kiss my girlfriend days before.That damned woman had sexually harassed Carina.Just the memory of Carina sitting on our bed with a faraway look on her face and a sad expression as she told me what had happened the day before our walk to the waterfall made my blood boil with anger and a bitterness take over me. I would forever carry the image
Chapter 39.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 2.The idea of uniting my existence with Carina Maria Botelho Fernandes' for the rest of the time I had left on earth was perfect. There was no longer any doubt in my mind how much I loved that woman and how much I wanted to make her mine in every possible way. The question was: would Ciliegia Dolce accept my request? After all, we had only been girlfriends for a few days. I tried to put this doubt aside and concentrate on what I was going to do soon.— Veronica, have you ever heard that you reap what you sow? — Carina whispered with her mouth almost pressed against my ear, which caused goose bumps all over my body. Looking at her, I nodded, curious, because her question was so unexpected. — Then they must have sabotaged my garden. — She made an adorable face. I wrinkled my eye
Chapter 40.— Once upon a time, the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 3.An almost sepulchral silence fell over everyone present in the garden of my nonna's mansion. It was as if each person had turned into a living statue while awaiting the next events. My smile widened with pure happiness and satisfaction when I realized this. Madame Paola Vacchiano had put an end to the bad and despicable race of her only son, whom I called father and loved as an equal in my childhood. Although I knew that my nonna felt relieved as she said every word, I also knew that her heart was weeping and mourning the unexpected turn everything had taken so many years before. Grandma had lost her only daughter in a violent robbery, and her only son had become a being of abominable and miserable character over time. My heart ached to hear how that amazing and eccentric Italian lady blamed herself for
Chapter 41.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 4.— Love? — Carina called out to me. I turned to face the woman of my life and forgot about the existence of everyone around us. Finally, my revenge was over, and I could go on with life without bitterness for what happened so many years before. — Since we won't have the traditional bride and groom kiss. — She paused and let out a laugh, putting her arms around my neck. In response, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. — I was planning to kiss her now, what do you think?I bit my lips and pretended to be thoughtful. Carina was so perfect and completely mine.— You shouldn't even be asking, amore mio, but you are. — I replied, hoarsely, and leaned my face toward her flushed cheek. — My love… — I stared into his dark e
Chapter 50.Bonus 8.By Lora Miller.| When she said yes to me. |— Love, since the kids are asleep, shall we watch a horror movie? — asked my girlfriend in a low, very low tone, lying next to me. — Please, Lo? Yes, let's, shall we? — Alicia even had the courage to give us a cute pout.Although the room was dimly lit, I could see how Alicia had an expectant expression as she waited for my answer. I hated this genre, and she knew it.— Ok… — I rolled my eyes, giggling. She let out an excited shout and stole a kiss. — But we need more popcorn, Ali. — I held out the empty container.She took it and stood up, before murmuring:— My love, with this miracle of you agreeing to watch horror movies with me, I can plant a cornfield to make as many pots of popcorn as you want. — She winked and walked away
Chapter 49.Bonus 7.By Lora Miller.| When the past came back for the last time. |— See you tomorrow, Miss Miller! — The security guard at the entrance of the P. & G. Vacchiano Construction Company building said goodbye to me as soon as I passed him. — Have a good evening! — He continued in the same kind tone.I smiled slightly in the direction of the man who looked more like a human closet, for he was very tall and muscular, and stopped walking so that I could answer him better.— Likewise, Jonnas! — I wished, flashing a huge smile. — And it's Lora, not Miss Miller. It doesn't even seem like we're friends. — I rolled my eyes, in good humor.Although he could have an intimidating appearance, Jonnas was a good-hearted man and a great joker outside his security posture. His wife, Ingrid, had babysat for Ashley as a
Chapter 48.Bonus 6.By Lora Miller.| When Love Touched Me Once Again. |Throughout my almost 37 years, I have deeply loved three people. The first was Ian, my ex-husband and the father of my two children. Our marriage came to an end, although our companionship, friendship, and respect only increased with the passage of time. Currently, he, his current wife, and I have become great friends. On the other hand, my second love experience was not very good, and I was still left with a broken heart and some traumas as consequences of Arabella's selfish and irresponsible attitudes. I could never force her to reciprocate my feelings, nor to continue her relationship with me while desiring and loving someone else. On the other hand, much suffering and tears shed could have been avoided if she had been sincere from the beginning. About three years after the near-event of the wedding of the centu
Chapter 47.Bonus 5.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. | Part 2.I wanted to laugh at Sofia Grace's irritated and furious expression. Arabella's face was still livid, and I could almost see her begging me not to tell her wife that she was still looking for me.— Well, didn't you tell her, Arabella? — I asked, looking directly at her. Arabella remained silent. I let out a falsely disappointed sigh and turned to Sofia Grace. — Your wife kept calling and texting me, until I had to change my number three times. Nowadays, can you believe that she still has the nerve to keep creating fake profiles and harassing me on my social networks? — I nodded my head in denial, although I wanted to laugh. The scammer looked like she was going to have a stroke at any moment, which I was loving. Finally, I continued in a deba
Chapter 46.Bonus 4.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. |Part 1.It had been almost two weeks since I had met Alicia again at the restaurant and found out that she was the youngest daughter of the couple who owned the restaurant. Almost every day I faithfully went there for lunch, even if it took a few minutes because I was swamped with construction work, to see her and exchange a word or two with her. When I felt more comfortable, I apologized for leaving her sleeping alone in the motel and left with a single goodbye note. She just smiled and affirmed that everything was fine, which encouraged me to ask for her phone number.I couldn't hide the huge smile on my face, which was due to the fact that Alicia Reese had just agreed to go out with me. We would meet on Friday night of the same week in a quieter and more private bar, diff
Chapter 45.Bonus 3.By Lora Miller.| When she became unforgettable. | Is it possible to fall in love with a person in a single night of living together without the slightest emotional attachment?Since the night I met that girl, Alicia, at the bar, and we went to the nearest motel, it has been a little more than a year. I had a hot, wonderful, amazing night with the stranger, whose name I only knew, just as she knew mine. Although there was a strange desire to really get to know her, a whole new desire burning in my chest, I just left a goodbye note and went home, leaving her sleeping like a beautiful angel on the luxurious red sheets. It was a night without promises or unnecessary questions between us. Never again would our destinies intertwine. Miami was too big, and the United States, even bigger.On the other hand, just over 365 days after a night of casual sex, I ha
Chapter 44.Bonus 2.By Lora Miller.| When she gave signs of life and the pain returned to my chest. |In the blink of an eye, days turned into weeks and soon more than six months had passed. During this period, soon after being comforted by my daughter, I had a frank conversation with Carina, who advised me to seek help with weekly therapies. At first, I was a little hesitant, as it never crossed my mind to seek help from a psychologist because of a pair of horns and a kick in the butt. Fortunately, I listened to the new Mrs. Vacchiano and am now going to Dr. Catrine Smiths.All in all, it was a great choice.I was doing well. Always attending the weekly therapy sessions, opening up more, focusing on the big project that had become the construction of the French heir's outdoor mall, smiling, feeling my heart keeping a rhythm of its own, happy with myself, my children and
'' She had her heart broken and hurt by Arabella Kwon, her ex-girlfriend, in the past. On the other hand, Lora Miller found in Alicia, a girl 15 years younger, the true meaning of what love was: respect, fidelity, companionship, and the expectation of a happy ending.’’Chapter 43.Bonus 1.By Lora Miller.| When it hurts me the most, your attitudes… |My bedroom was plunged into a deep, agonizing darkness. The silence, which had surrounded me and kept me company like a best friend for decades, was becoming almost claustrophobic. It was interrupted only by my low cry and a few sobs that escaped from deep inside my chest without any permission. I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes more tightly, shrinking further into a fetal position under the thin sheet I was using to cover me completely. I struggled to hold back the hot, constant tears, as well
Chapter 42.Epilogue.— Once upon a time, happily ever after.| two years later. |The little blue eyes of the over-three-year-old girl almost sparkled, just like in her beloved cartoons, when she came out of her bedroom and stopped in front of her two mommies' room. Soon, a wide smile drew on her childish lips, and she squeezed the one-eyed bunny tighter in her short arms. Tiptoeing, like the good little pest she was, she grabbed the doorknob with her free hand, turned it, and the door opened with a slight creak.— Mom? — whispered the blue-eyed brunette, in Portuguese, because that was her favorite language for communicating, with her small body partially inside the dimly lit room. — Are my mommies still sleeping? — she asked, curious.Although she was less than four years old, little Paola was a very intelligent girl and could speak and express herse