As if caught in a sudden gust, I was swiftly whisked away from Nello's fading grip, finding myself abruptly entangled within the grasp of Papa. His penetrating gaze fixated on me, a hint of amusement lingering in his eyes as a dry smile crept across his lips."Papa," I whispered, my voice carrying an unexpected calmness, betraying the shock that ran deep within me. The edges of my brows curved slightly, accentuating the furrowed lines etched on my forehead. A faint tremor quivered through my hand as I summoned a shaky smile, desperately attempting to mask my true feelings. I yearned to project an air of normalcy, fearing that any inkling of my aversion to his proximity would not go unnoticed."How are you, and how is Antonio treating you? Speak truthfully," he demanded, his voice tinged with a furrowed brow. I couldn't help but question the gravity of his inquiry and the need for me to reaffirm what I had already answered moments ago."I'm fine, Papa," I replied, the words flowing alm
As I lifted my head, uncertainty mingled with anticipation. My eyes met Bianca's, and a rush of emotions flooded through me. A smile slowly etched its way across my face, unbidden but irresistible. Her presence was unexpected, yet it brought an immediate sense of comfort and joy. Reacting swiftly, I rose to my feet and hurried towards her, my eagerness culminating in a warm, embracing hug. As my arms encircled her, I tenderly clasped my hands behind her back, nestling my head upon her shoulder."Bianca!" I called out, my voice filled with delight, while simultaneously tightening my hold around her."Orgy," she replied, using the endearing nickname that had become a rarity. The sound of it elicited a chuckle from deep within me, a gentle reminder of the familiarity we shared.Reluctantly, we released each other from the embrace, and I found myself gazing into her eyes, captivated by their beauty. Bianca looked resplendent, her makeup flawlessly applied, accentuating her already stunnin
Antonio's grip on my hand tightened, sending a surge of unease through me. My heart skipped a beat, its rhythm momentarily disrupted by the anticipation of what he wanted to discuss. I instinctively took a step back, my eyes fixated on his with a mix of curiosity and fear, searching for any clue in his gaze."What is it?!" I managed to muster, my voice trembling with nervous energy. He remained silent, his piercing stare unyielding. In that moment, his once calm countenance gradually transformed into an unrecognizable scowl, a flicker of anger dancing across his features. The intensity of his emotions ignited a flurry of anxiety within me as I anxiously awaited his words.With his hand still tightly clasping mine, he took a deliberate step forward, his presence imposing and intimidating. My heart continued its rapid thumping, echoing the internal turmoil I was experiencing. I tried to steady my breathing, but inwardly, I was panting with apprehension."What did Nello whisper into your
Antonio locked his gaze with mine, his eyes piercing and stern, as if trying to convey a message beyond words. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down my spine, making my heart pound heavily in my chest. It was a moment of anticipation, as I anxiously awaited his response, hoping that my numerous pleas had finally reached his understanding. The grip of his hand around me tightened, holding me in suspense.Then, as if the weight of the world had suddenly been lifted, his grip loosened, and I felt a surge of triumph rush through me. A sense of achievement washed over my being, filling me with elation and gratitude."Okay," he finally uttered, his voice carrying the weight of deliberation. Those simple words sent a jolt of joy through every fiber of my being. I couldn't believe what I had just heard - Antonio had granted me permission to play the piano, an opportunity I had longed for.A radiant smile etched itself upon my lips, and my eyes lit up with sheer delight. "Thank you," I
The wedding had come to a close, and the time had come for us to bid farewell and return home. A mix of emotions swirled within me as I contemplated the events of the day. Amidst the joy of spending time with Bianca, my mind remained preoccupied with the mysterious conversation Gianna sought to have with me. Even as my hand remained entwined with Antonio's, my gaze wandered aimlessly, lost in a sea of thoughts, desperately seeking any rational explanation as to why someone unfamiliar to me would feel the need to share something significant. Perhaps it pertained to Antonio himself? The question echoed within me, but alas, no answer presented itself.Suddenly, Antonio's voice snapped me out of my reverie, jolting me back to the present. Startled, I turned to face him, and in that instant, my mind flooded with memories of our lips meeting in a tender embrace just moments ago. The sheer intensity of that memory ignited a blush on my cheeks, and a wave of shyness washed over me."Olga," An
My eyes widened in sheer shock, unable to contain the overwhelming joy pulsating through my veins. A breathtaking sight lay before me, beckoning me closer with its majestic allure. I was drawn towards it like a magnet, my feet carrying me swiftly towards the centerpiece of the room. A grand piano, resplendent in its grandeur, had been meticulously positioned in the lounge, capturing every glimmer of light that cascaded through the windows.As I approached, my heart skipped a beat, my right hand instinctively reaching out to make contact with the polished keys. The moment my fingertips grazed the smooth surface, an electrifying surge coursed through my body, manifesting as a flurry of goosebumps that materialized on my skin. In that precise instant, a deep sigh of awe escaped my lips, intermingling with a fleeting burst of laughter that bubbled up from within me.Turning my gaze backward, I caught sight of Antonio, who stood at the entrance, his presence both comforting and electrifyin
Bianca's unexpected question reverberated through my mind, leaving me stunned and motionless. My eyes widened in shock as her words sank in, and I found myself lost in deep contemplation. It was a query I never anticipated, and its impact was profound."What?" I managed to utter, my voice faltering and breaking, unable to fully convey the astonishment I felt. A surge of tingling sensation coursed through my hands, and goosebumps cascaded over my body, amplifying the intensity of my emotional response. Bianca's words echoed within me, reverberating in my ears, replaying relentlessly.Her voice transformed, becoming more soothing and calming, as she repeated her question, this time her hand gently rubbing my arm, as if to offer solace in the midst of the swirling thoughts and emotions that engulfed me.Meanwhile, Kira's piercing voice cut through the moment, abruptly snapping both Bianca and me out of our trance-like state. My attention swiftly shifted towards the entrance of the room,
"Who is it!?" I asked once again, my anxiety mounting with each passing moment. "Shush," a voice broke the silence, and to my surprise, it was a familiar one. It was Dima, his voice both soothing and enigmatic. His hands gently rested on my thighs, causing my eyebrows to arch in a mixture of surprise and curiosity."Dima? What are you doing here?" I inquired, still filled with a lingering sense of fear, though it began to wane as I had a clearer view of his face, now seated close to me."Come to my room immediately. I have something important to tell you about Antonio, but we can't discuss it here. He's on his way back, and time is of the essence," he urged, swiftly rising from the bed, a sense of urgency emanating from his words.Acting quickly, I reached out and managed to grasp his wrist, my heart racing. "What's happening? What are you talking about? Is something wrong with Antonio?" I asked in a state of frantic confusion, fearing the worst for Antonio's well-being."Olga, just