BIANCA'S POV I quickly increased my pace and caught up with him. We both walked a reasonable distance in silence. It was a comfortable silence. That was the way our nightly walks normally were, so it didn't bother me in anyway. I was much more suprised when he tried to strike a conversation. "So you are the only child of your parents?" "No, I'm not." I replied. "We are two. My elder sister is Amara. She got married and relocated to Florence with her husband a few years back. They have a daughter now. Anneliese." "Nice." He muttered. The silence ensued between us again. This time it felt awkward. Maybe, I had been thrilled that for some reason, he was interested in knowing more about me. Maybe I was wrong. After a few minutes, he spoke up again. "I hope you do not mind me asking?" "Shoot." I rushed out, already happy he was asking me yet another question that was most probably about myself. "Uhhmm..... yesterday, while on the call with your parents, I heard you crying
MANUEL'S POV She looked upset as she walked away. Why did she make it seem like.....? I don't even know how to explain what went through my mind, but God knows that I was very willing to get into a relationship with her, but she quickly turned me down before I could even say a word. Why did she suddenly make it seem like what all men wanted was the fun, without having to be accountable after the fun? More so, what if the lady in question was keen on chasing her own satisfaction as well? As Bianca walked away, I refrained from calling her back. I was only going to alert Phillippe and Eleanor to our presence. Quietly, I made my way back to the beach house. When I got to the beach house, I couldn't stop thinking about the story Bianca had told about her cousin. On a normal day I could care less, but today, I hoped that the poor boy and his aunt were found. I disliked the fact that it worried Bianca. And I disliked the fact that I cared so much about what worried her. It was so ann
BIANCA'S POV I was extremely excited the moment I dropped the phone after the call with my parents. "Eleanor it's just two days left!" I screamed in excitement. I had not really realized how much I missed home until recently. I guess hearing that my sister and her family had come visiting, only me made want to go home already. "You seem so excited to leave. We wouldn't be seeing each other in a long while. We might never even see each other again." Eleanor muttered and immediately, my excitement tapered down a bit. It was true. I wasn't going to be seeing Eleanor again, neither was I going to have the opportunity to be within such close proximity as Manuel again. These past three weeks may have been crazy, but it wasn't so bad. "Heyyy..." I slumped my shoulders, feeling bad for being so excited. "You know I would miss you, right?" "I know." She sighed, a small smile making its way to her face. "But I understand you too. I know you would want to see your family. Come her
BIANCA'S POV "You know, you remind me of my Nonna." He said, making me wonder why he thought so. He had spoken fondly about the woman yesterday and from his words, he cared deeply for her. "I do? "A lot." He chuckled, almost like he didn't believe his own words. "You don't sound sure." I noted. "That's the problem." He muttered to himself. "You're just so familiar...... I don't know how to explain it." He chuckled again, making me scratch the tip of my nose. "You see?" He grinned. "See what?" "That action." "What action?" I asked in confusion. "Scratching the tip of your nose." He laughed. "My Nonna used to do that a lot." "Oh? It's a normal thing I do most of the time." "Really?" "Yes." "I've not seen you do that often." He countered. "Well, you probably just haven't noticed. It's something I do most of the time. When I'm tired, when I'm tensed, when I'm excited...." I trailed off. "You both are really so alike huh?" He grinned at me. "So what mo
LAURA'S POV I was so excited when Mr Russo had informed me that Bianca was going to return today. Yes, the boss himself had told me. I'm sure the man was probably going to fire me from work the moment Bianca got back. I had the nerve to always go to his office, demanding to know when Bianca was gonna return from wherever he said she was. That was even what made it harder for me. I had no idea where she was! The first time I had stepped into his office to make an enquiry about Bianca was the fifth day after he returned from the conference, and I was still unable to reach her phone. I remember reaching out to her parents the day before, to know if she was okay, but was shocked to hear that Bianca hadn't been home for days. According to them, Mr Russo had reached out to them just once, to let them know she had misplaced her phone. But after that, he never answered their numerous calls or replied their many text messages. That was definitely when I had started suspecting something fis
RICARDO'S POV I was extremely pissed at everything, starting from the night before, when I saw her looking so beautiful and laughing her heart away on Federico's story. I had totally lost it when she had said she was going to be out with a different guy every other night, looking like a snack. I had been angry, and it made me say the wrong things. Never had I seen her tear up before. That was excluding the night after Bianca had showed up at my home unannounced. That night, I had walked into the garden to see Laura crying. She hadn't noticed my presence, and I did well to remain unnoticeable. I had felt so bad seeing her cry. Okay, I know you're probably wondering what a wicked and heartless bully like me was saying about the very girl he bullies. Trust me, I'm not proud of all I had done to Laura. I never have. What Laura had done to deserve all the harsh treatments I gave to her? To be honest, she had done nothing. It was just that her presence had caused me a lot more inc
BIANCA'S POV "Stop looking Bibi." Laura whispered to me, but I couldn't help it. I was suprised whenever I had the opportunity to look at him. Suprised at how sad he always looked these days. Most of all, suprised about his actual feelings towards Laura. "Christ! Bibi that's embarrassing." Laura whispered once more and I rolled my eyes. "For God's sake, he doesn't even notice I'm looking. He's so caught up in his thoughts, that he doesn't." "Hmmm." Laura mumbled, looking at the meal in front of her. It had been a month since she had stopped working under Ricardo and so far, she had given the man such a tough time. Initially, I was very pleased she was finally standing up to him and putting him in his place, until he had asked to privately speak with me yesterday, and I reluctantly agreed. It's safe to say that after our conversation, my heart melted a bit. I wasn't commending him for all the wrong things he had done to Laura, but then, I could clearly see the love for her
MANUEL'S POV "I have to drop the call now. I have a meeting with Francesca's father this afternoon." "Hmmm." I was sure he had a silly smile on his face. "First meeting with your father in law to be. Must be nice." He muttered, and I sighed. Alexander never really had the opportunity to meet Bella's parents. She was an orphan when they met and hence, they proceeded with the wedding without her family or parents present. "We are her family now." I said, but he remained silent. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I am. I'm just worried that when she puts to birth, she would be sad like she was on our wedding day. But just as you said, we are her family now." "Yeah." "Yes. So enjoy your meeting with Francisco Ferrari, while I enjoy mine with Nonno." "Yeah, that reminds me. I would try to pay him a visit before he returns to Sicily." "Yeah, you should. I'm using the opportunity to introduce him to Bianca." Bianca. I hadn't seen her ever since we got back to Milan. Sometimes I think