She couldn't react fast enough as he scooped the juices that clung to her mouth and licked it, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn't know if it was his boldness doing something so sensual in public without care if her driver or his mother was watching or how he was looking at her like he wanted to ravish her, but Ursula was well and truly undone. She desired to know who this bodacious man was. "Stop playing with food and attend to the customers," his mother scolded, coming out from the kitchen. The spell was broken, and his perfectly mischievous smile came in place. She wanted to ask for his name so badly since he knew hers already, but she didn't want his mother to look at her a certain way. The food was ready and handed to them. In no time, customers filled the stall. He became preoccupied and didn't even spare a glance at her. Ursula felt disappointment consume her, and she shook her head violently as if it were some physical force she could ward off. "Do you think we could
Ursula finished her story, and they all were in awe."Are you in love with him now?" Zia asked. Maria and Ursula looked at themselves and burst into laughter."Oh, common Zia, am I twelve?" She jested."Well, love at first sight does exist," Zia said, and Ursula caught on to that same dreamy voice she had used the other day at the cathedral."Zia, is there something you want to share?" Maria went along with the teasing. They both stared deeply at Zia with mischievous smiles playing on their faces."Stop it, you girls. We're talking about Ursula now," she blushed."Zia Benedetta, one day, we will force you to tell us about your secret lover," Ursula said and laughed."What about you, Maria? Have you ever been in love?" Zia asked."Love," she repeated like it was the strangest word she had ever heard. Just then, Maria's phone rang, successfully taking her out of a tricky spot."Who could be calling me at this time?" she complained. She hissed when she saw the ID pop on the screen."Who
Gisella's POVWaking up with the ray of light overwhelming me through my pink curtains, I turn over to see my parents standing right in front of me with worries glued to their faces. By this, I jumped up from the bed."Mama, Papà, what is the problem? Why are you two In my room so early in the morning? " I grimaced."We have to talk to you about something important, Principessa, and we hope you'll try to understand what we're about to tell you." my papà utters.I balanced myself correctly by resting my back on the wooden bed shelf. "OK, what is it? Tell me. I won't budge." I kept smiling even though my parents were serious about what they were about to tell me."Are you sure of it, my little Principessa? " my papà questioned me with a specific justification in his tone."I promise, okay, so throw it on me now. I'll manage." I winked at them playfully."Mia Cara, Gisella, I'm sorry to say, but we have arranged a marriage for you. " With face down, he kept quiet.I burst out with a fa
Gisella’s POVIt was windy outside, and I felt strange and cold; my head hurt. I opened my eyes a little with my hand reaching to my head slowly. "Erm..." I opened my eyes fully."Ah, where am I?" I jumped up furiously, realizing that I was half-naked; whose room was this? I ask myself. " Last night... was not a dream," I turned around to see a man shirtless, sleeping peacefully. My eyes trail his body up to his lips and closed eyes and hair. He looks pretty handsome. His lips are the pink, plump smallest pair that I've ever laid eyes on, his hair is a shade of coffee brown, and it's way longer than my problems. My hair is short anyway. Then it hit me again about my current state. I got up in a hurry picking up my T-shirt and shoes.. ' Who is this Signore?' I whispered to myself. ' Where is this place? What am I doing here?I hurried up, leaving my questions unanswered before he woke up. Immediately I turned around to walk straight to the door, and it sprang open to reveal Mrs. Cate
Gisella's pov"I didn't push her," I yelled, crying."You're just too much." From the door, Pietro ran down to where Viola was lying ass-flat on the floor. Everyone was staring in shock. Pietro helped Viola up, my mamma's hand clenched in anger."I...I...I didn't push her." I repeat, crying. But I stopped crying when I heard my name from a familiar accent."Gisella Molinero..." I turned around, and so did every eye in the room; It was Signore Nicolo Caruso. He walked closer to me with a walking stick in his hand, and a lady wearing a maid outfit supported him. He got to where I was and walked past me again.I was so capable, but now I've become different because of what has happened, although I know deep inside me that I've been framed and forced, and no matter what, I will seek justice for myself and my family."Come with me," he gestures calmly with his walking stick and the maid directing him. The helper smiled and motioned to me with her hand to follow them. I turned to look at m
"When it comes to love and loss, acceptance is never easy. We can't make someone see all we have to give, make them love us, or make them change. All we can do is move on and stop wasting time."-April Mae Monterrosa.Gisella's POV "Oh, Gisella dear, what happened?" immediately I arrived home, my parents were walking to and fro restlessly. I had called my mamma before I came. I gratefully look at her as she stands in front of me."What is it? What happened?" she questions me, her brown eyes filled with pain and concern. "It is Pietro and Viola, Mamma. They cheated and set me up, and the arranged marriage was meant for Viola because she loves Pietro. They suggested me to the Caruso's." I started crying."It was all my fault, Mia Cara," she pouts, giving me a warm hug in the sitting room, and so was my papà. "No, mamma, You've told me a lot that you don't like Viola because I've always gotten in trouble because of her and Pietro." I reminded her instantly, The thought of it made me w
PLAYLIST: IMAGINE ( GNASH)Your heart and your instincts are far more reliable than your brain. When you follow your heart, you can be sure you won't regret it later. Even if you calculate your every move, it's not like life ever goes according to plan.-Nithya MenenGisella's POV"Oh, Mia Cara, you look very ravishing," my mamma said with tears welled in her eyes. "I wish you will be happy even though this is not your dream wedding, but you have to do this." we were inside a black Alfa Romeo car on our way to the Cathedral of Seville. I was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, a strapless tulle, with grey gemstones and pearls added to the wedding dress. My three-inch lovely grey bridal heel matched with my wedding dress, and my hair was pulled into a ballerina bun with a diamond clip attached to my hair, and my makeup was elegant and simple, which blended with my brown eyes. I clasped my mamma and papà hand to comfort myself. I knew she was nervous, but I don't know if they were happy
PLAYLIST: RUN TO YOU (LEA MICHELE)Boldness doesn't mean rude, obnoxious, loud, or disrespectful. Being bold is firm, sure, confident, fearless, daring, strong, resilient, and not easily intimidated. It means you're willing to go where you've never been, willing to try what you've never tried, and ready to trust what you've never trusted. Boldness is quiet, not noisy. -Mike YaconelliGISELLAWe arrived at Bella's Naya reception hall, then I held the flower tightly and tossed it to the air among the ladies who were happy to have it. "Well, well, well, I guess I am next in line to get married to my Tesoro Santoro." Viola uttered, caricature, and I felt a knot tied directly in my stomach with regret and resentment."Well, good for you, enjoy your life together." I spat and walked in with Signore Caruso by my side.I held his hand to support his movement, and his assistant followed. I know that my reply is not my kind of person. Viola was surprised about how I spoke to her, but who cares