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 about this arranged marriage.I know that they are both feeling sad that I would be leaving our home, my mamma and my papà, serval times, I told them they are not losing me, but instead they are receiving a new person to the family, I would always be there for both of them. She hugged me and kissed my cheek, and my papà did the same.I was engrossed with myself for a reason, thinking of many things, mostly about getting married to someone that I don't love at all. He doesn't even know about how I look because he is blind.We arrived at the Cathedral of Seville on time, and my papà held my arm. "Mia Cara, I'm so happy to walk you down the Isle ."He had me as he walked beside me. My mamma was crying, and it was tears of joy, I think, as we entered, the wedding song started playing as my papà held me. It's a small ceremony, and I like it like that, no paparazzi.Here she comes on down the aisleBehind her veil, she wears a smileIn her hands, the bright bouquetDaddy's here to give the bride awayBest man fumbles for the bandGroom puts it on her trembling handAlmost before the vows are throughIn her calmest voice, she says, "I do."Here comes the brideSomething oldHere comes the brideSomething newHere comes the brideSomething borrowedAnd something blueShe hears the sound of little feetBut first, there's a wedding cake to eatGuests line up to kiss the brideThe groom feels like a lucky guyAbove the church, bells ring.Here comes the brideSomething oldHere comes the brideSomething newHere comes the brideSomething borrowedAnd something blueThey were hearing the song play made me felt terrible. This would've been us, Pietro Santoro. This could've been us. Why betray my love and trust for you.I was nervous as I watched countless eyes staring at me. My mamma was already sitting at the front roll. The Caruso's and the Moretti's were there already except Pietro and Viola.The Ferri's of Sicily is present here. I thought my mamma said it's going to be a simple wedding, but this right here, the mayor of Milan, Adamo Adolfo and his wife Fiore Adolfo, The general of Vatican City- Michelangelo Basilio, The most prominent most powerful woman of leaning tower of Pisa, Signora Francesca Italo, even the most eligible bachelor of Rome - Enzo Armani, the most popular restauranteur of Florence-Filberto Jovanni.Immediately everybody was on their feet to welcome me, and My eyes were fixed directly on Signore Nicolo. He looks exceptionally extraordinary with his long hair bun to the back; his emerald eyes fixed on the flower, his Italian suit, and shoes; he looks very handsome. I can't believe that a man can be so delicate and ferocious at the same time.He was holding a black walking cane, the one he does use to direct himself when his maid, Zeta, is with him, my eyes came intact with Diego, and he smiled at my face that was covered by the veil. The priest stands in our midst."Signore Nicolo Caruso, do you take Signorina Gisella Molinero to be your lawful wedded wife in sickness and in health, in truth and in lies, for richer and for poorer till death do you apart?"I felt a twitch in my stomach, and this would have been the love of my life answering this question, not you, Signore, not you. Could you not say it, Signore? Please, you can walk away from me here and now. I wondered."I, Nicolo Caruso, take you, Gisella Molinero, to be my lawful wedded wife. With the deepest joy, I receive you into my life, that together we may be one. I promise you my love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part... I pledge to you my life as a loving and faithful husband."What? Everyone started smiling, most of all that good for nothing Giuseppe Caruso. I'll make you pay for ruining my life."Signorina Molinero, do you take Signore Caruso to be your lawful wedded husband?" with the bibble in his hand, I turned to look around and saw my mamma's face who, in her mind, I know is praying for me not to back out, My papà nod at me to continue. My eye's landed on someone, Viola Moretti and Pietro Santoro smirking evilly at me.I felt lost in hope and joy, with my head high and down to look at the blind outstanding man. It will be a shame to make him pay for his papà mistake, and I don't want to hurt him more; and also, if I don't push through with this, Viola and Pietro we humiliate me publicly and ruin my family reputation. I have to do this for us, for my papà and mamma."I, Gisella Molinero, take you, Nicolo Caruso, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or health, to love and to cherish with the deepest joy I receive you into my life that together we may be one. I promise you my love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care.' till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness." I clenched my hand as tears found it's way to my eyes. We exchanged rings.She hears the sound of little feetBut first, there's a wedding cake to eatGuests line up to kiss the brideThe groom feels like a lucky guyUp above the church bells ringThe preacher says which psalm to singThere was silence 'till a bride's maid sighedAnd someone said she is mine.'with a good clap and cheering. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, and you may now kiss the bride," the priest instructed. Immediately, Diego helped Nicolo in front of him, and Nicolo used his hand to touch my face staring at one place. His thumb found my lips, he halts.The veil goes back, revealing blissThe groom leans in to take his kissThe veil goes back, revealing blissThe groom leans in to take his kissI felt him sighed. He held me closer to him. His lips touched me, and he tasted like vanilla. His lips are way softer and meek than Pietro's. I can't describe the butterfly that twinkles inside my stomach, I wanted to be furious, angry, and full of regret, but immediately his lips touched mine, I felt warm. Everyone started clapping and dancing around, my mamma and papà walked to where we were and the same with the Caruso's."Congratulations, Mia Cara," Mr. Giuseppe Caruso said.I frown at him furiously. "Grazie Mille.""Can you throw the bouquet now?" A familiar voice spoke behind me."Viola Moretti and Pietro?" I felt regret sip into my pulse, and I clenched my hand."Will, I will throw the bouquet, but in the reception gound, not here in the church, let us be going to the reception ground." I felt Nicolo smirk, and so did Diego. I saw anger flow inside Viola as Pietro held her arm."Oh, we will see you there." Pietro mouthed and turned to walk away with Viola. I felt jealousy sip in my heart, and I couldn't believe how Pietro's love for me could just be ended in a day."Getting eager to be next in line? Amico." Signore Nicolo Interrupted, making them halt. I felt shocked. "You know, Pietro Santoro, all thanks to you. You filled my life with Ciliegia e Vino and not Ginger e spezie." He added, now Pietro looks furious.WORD TRANSLATION<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
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 felt suffocated, so she exited the house to get her head together. The only way Ursula knew how to do it was through shopping. Zia Benedetta was busy so she couldn't come with her. Maria locked herself in her room since the confrontation with the crazy Viola and refused to come out. Everything was getting too intense for her, and she just needed to press pause for a minute. She needs time to calm down her nerves, or else our next step might cause havoc.They drove past an ice cream shop, and she begged him to stop. It had been quite a while since she indulged herself in sweet treats. Ursula needs some sweetness to kill the bitterness of the sight of that wrench Viola Santoro.Another thing that caught her attention when she came down was the small building that sold the most interesting-looking food she had come across in her short stay in Milan. She made her mental note to taste that roadside food after her quick stop for some Ice cream."Common, let's go take some ice cream,
Maria's POV"Aghhhh!" I screamed and smashed my phone on the wall. Damn, Vincenzo! I thought to myself. It wasn't just his words that made my toes curl in disgust, but also how he said them. He wanted to hurt me. Have they not hurt me enough? At what point does that family stop and say it's okay? 'Why do they keep hurting me!' I raged and began to smash everything in sight. Ursula must have heard from her room because she panicked into mine."What is going on, Maria?" She looked at me in fear."I am going to kill Vincenzo! I will do it with my bare hands," I replied."What is it again?" she stood before me, stopping me from damaging my mirror. "Wait, does this have something to do with social media's trending topic? Did you perhaps have something to do with that?" She asked. I could hear the panic in her voice. I wondered if she was disappointed in me."Yes, I did," I announced proudly. Her face fell, and she shook her head as if it were a dream. "Marie, I would slap some sense
Vincenzo led Matteo to the room where he kept Marco. At the room entrance were two hefty men, obviously to keep watch of the man. They bowed slightly as Vincenzo and Matteo approached the door and allowed them to enter. Matteo looked around, taking in the environment where what might be their most prized possession was being hosted. It was a large room with a bathroom and barely any furnishing: just a large bed and a table stand. The captive was looking out the window when they came in. Not even the sound of footsteps approaching was enough to get his attention."Well, that's him," Vincenzo pointed to the tall, skinny man. Matteo wished he would turn around to get a better view of him. Unfortunately, the man looked adamant about remaining in that position. "He's not much of a talker or a looker, I guess," Matteo replied Dryly, Vincenzo shrugged, short of words. "Why did you take me?" A strange voice suddenly asked. It took the duo a while to notice it was coming from Marco. Weir
Matteo walked into Perini Navi as a force of habit rather than enthusiastically. He had taken a break from work because of Vincenzo and his many shenanigans. However, he is doing much better now. Vincenzo's selfishness no longer annoyed him, and the thoughts of the sharp-tongued princess trumped it. Ursula.He tested her name in his mouth, and it came out nicely. The image of a furious woman flashed before his eyes, making him chuckle slightly. The mere thought of seeing her again made him smile. He almost wanted to try to run into her on purpose, coincidentally. He walked into the reception and contemplated between visiting Vincenzo's office and the workshop. He was going for the former when a loud noise stopped him. It was coming from the direction of the workshop. He strained his ears to hear, realizing he was the only one present at the reception. He followed the sound of the noise, which led him to the path of their workshop. Stepping out, he met a chaotic scene. Uniform men