“What’s that look on your face?” Giovanni asked her with a stern look on his face. “Is there something on your mind that you want to say to me?” He urged.“Dad…this was not the plan,” Veronica hissed, frowning heavily. “The plan was for us to…”He glared at her. “What do you even know about a plan? You spoiled the plans already through your hastiness,”“Yes…I accept that I may have spoiled the plan like you have said right now but I know for sure that you are saying that from a place of ego,” She paused to take in his countenance. “You feel bad because the box of wine I sent to Luca seemed like it was you trying to buy your way into Antonio’s heart and make him sign the treaty with immediate effect,” She continued to explain looking at him pleadingly.“You have a point right there and I must admit that this is the truth of the matter,” Giovanni admitted, walking back from the door and casting her a cursory look as he glanced at her like she was dressed in a cloak heavier than her no
When I stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, the space was empty, my father was gone. It gladdened my heart but I was also worried at the same time. Anyways, I thanked my stars that he didn’t walk in on us. I so enjoyed the thrill of outsmarting him in his own game. It brought with it a measure of excitement and fulfilment, if I may put it that way.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my heart still thudding in the aftermath of what had just happened. “That was close…too damn close” I muttered.One more second, and we’d have both been caught red-handed, and I wasn’t even sure what the hell I would’ve said. I walked with no real direction at first, just letting my feet take me to where my mind wanted for me to go.Eventually, I found myself in front of my bedroom door, I pushed it open and stepped inside. It was quiet and still as I stood in the middle of the room, unsure what I was even looking for. I’d told my dad earlier that I left a file in here
“Click! Clack Click! Clack!” These were the sounds coming from my feet as I hurried up the stairs to my room.As soon as I got to my door post, I paused and cast one last look down the aisle I was coming from. The way my gaze rested on the entrance door was as though I was expecting somebody to burst out of it any moment.Immediately, I got to my room, I shut the door behind me and turned the lock with shaky fingers. My chest rose and fell as I leaned against it, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Damn! That was so close!” I muttered with strength in my voice as I let out a deep breath. I felt partly relieved that he didn’t get my gimmicks but I was also a bit scared because the Antonio I know was way too smart for his intelligence to be played on. In one way or the other, he was going to have a comeback that would blow all the secrets out in the open.“I need to step up my game,” I murmured, tightening my eyes in their sockets.Antonio had almost caught me red-
Clara’s eyes swept the room and Carol just remained standing stiffly at the side, the knife once again in her hand, and Luca was pretending to study the contents of the fridge while casually adjusting his tie and running a hand through his hair.The air felt thick with unasked questions from her. To break the ice, Carol forced a smile onto her lips and turned toward her. “Where were you, Clara? I was starting to think you’d quit on us,” She muttered casually, forcing down the knife into the pineapple in the sink.Clara blinked at her but still remained standing in the doorway. “Clara, is there something you want to say?” Carol asked again, turning to look at her in the face, then she gave a half-hearted chuckle.“Market…Yea…they had fresh basil today but it took longer to prepare than I had thought,” She stuttered.“They now prepare basil for customers? I thought that shit was no more happening at the mall,” Carol tried hard to keep the wheel of the conversation rolling but it seeme
“What are you still lurking around in the kitchen?” I heard Antonio ask Luca but he didn’t respond at all. Right where I was hiding, I mumbled some prayers in my heart that Luca shouldn’t even try to put up that I-do-no-like-my-father attitude here and give an answer to his questions.“Isn’t this my father’s house?” Luca scoffed, swishing his legs on the floor. I couldn’t really tell what he was doing but I could perceive that the movement of those legs were intentional, even though I still didn’t know what he meant by doing that.“You miss your father’s house so bad that you had to leave work just to come here and spend time in the kitchen drinking water?” “I don’t see anything wrong with that and moreover I told you I forgot some files in my room and came to take them. How is grabbing a glass of water before getting the files a problem? Are you now monitoring my every move or what?” I could hear Luca’s voice. I knew he was talking in the calmest voice he could put up but I still
I slipped quietly into the kitchen through the back entrance, the one that didn’t connect to the living room where Antonio usually lounged during the day. The kitchen was unusually quiet and it gleamed as if it had just been scrubbed from top to bottom. Clara was nowhere to be found, which was odd. She was always here at this hour, humming some old tune as she chopped or stirred or fussed about something.I scanned the space again just to be sure that it was still empty. With a small sigh, I walked over to the counter and pulled out a ripe pineapple bulb from the fruit basket. The skin felt rough beneath my fingers as I grabbed a knife and headed to the sink. I turned on the tap, rinsed the fruit, and began peeling it slowly, careful not to nick my fingers. Where did Clara go? I wondered as I carved away the spiky skin, letting the pieces drop into the waste bowl beside me.The sunlight poured in through the windows, bathing the counter in a soft gold glow as everything felt peace