Ginevra
Standing in my Nana’s boutique, I’m talking to a customer while Nina is cashing in another. The little ding at the door announces the entrance of a new costumer and I recognize a regular. She has her light brown hair tied in an elegant ponytail and is wearing a yellow summer dress. The big loop earrings swing as she spots me with a big smile. My interest gets captured by the gorgeous hulk getting in after her. His broad shoulders and muscular body contrast with her petite frame. His clenched jaw outlines his strong jawline and I’m nearly saddened by the fact that sunglasses are hiding his eyes.
Good heavens.
I wave at her to greet her, and to also rip me out of my trance. I finish talking with the lady in front of me and as she decides on a bag, I invite her to the counter to pay. As I’m packaging the designer bag with tissue paper, Nina scoffs next to me. I follow her gaze to the newly arrived couple and get back to tie a bow out of a colorful ribbon. I thank the elderly woman for her purchase and accompany her to the door. As I finish chatting with her, I can hear Mr. handsome hissing discontentedly.
“What the hell where you thinking?! Dragging me into such a place?!”
With my costumer done, I smooth out my dress and step up to the happy couple.
“Everything alright? Is there something I can show you, Ellie?”
“They even call you by your pet name here, Elisabetta? You have to be fucking kidding me”
Oh, what a charm.
The gorgeous hulk stares down at Elisabetta hissing while she just shrugs and flashes me a big smile.
“I saw a post about how you had the new collection ready and hoped I could get a glance.”
Looking around as to make sure anyone could hear us, I whisper
“I can show you one or two pictures, but you have to keep it secret.”
Elisabetta squeals happily while the man murmurs.
“This is a disaster.”
She follows me to the back room where a client normally wouldn’t be admitted to go in.
“Just her!”
Her companion grunts but stays out in the show room without saying anything else. As I’m showing Elisabetta a few designs for the upcoming collection, she stares in awe.
“I want to pre-order this one, please.”
“Sure.”
Taking note of her wish on a small notebook, I ask her if she wants to have it delivered.
“Oh, no. No. I’ll come here to pick it up.”
She takes a look around as she adds, “I like it here.”
I steer her out of the back room with a smile, just to find Nina looking disgusted at the main lead of my future dreams.
“Is something the matter?”
She scoffs about to speak but the man beats her to it.
“Listen, I’m even less amused to be here as you want me here. Just let us get it over with.”
He turns his eyes to us and even if I’m quite sure he is looking straight at me behind his darkened glasses, he doesn’t speak to me.
“Elisabetta, move!”
I tear my eyes off him as I look at Nina.
“What’s wrong?”
I feel stupid that a knot forms in my stomach thinking it could be one of her exes. But it could hardly be. She tells me about everyone she even hooks up with and I would remember him for sure. Elisabetta tries to ease the situation with a nervous giggle
“Don’t mind my brother, he has his panties in a twist today.”
Nina snorts and I’m more confused than ever.
“I didn’t know you could step in here without bursting out in flames.”
Instead of being shocked like I am, Elisabetta lowers her gaze and the handsome brute sneers.
“Oh, I’ll be surprised if we get out of here without dying from the pest in a week from now.”
“What the hell?!” I look back and forth between Nina and the man as I add, “I can assure you that we don’t have rats in the store that can transmit such a disease.”
I’m always the last to understand what is going on.
The man actually seems to be taken aback by my remark and Nina cracks up.
“No, no. Don’t worry. He is just joking around.”
Still not helping, Ellie.
“It’s not that funny.”
His sneer gets wider as he states, “It wasn’t supposed to be funny. I already see two rats, and I’m not sure about someone else.”
He finally directs his gaze to his sister.
Thanks God, the boutique is empty now.
I raise my voice offended, “How dare you?”
“I dare all I want, Montecco!”
At him saying my name that way has my blood drain from my face.
“Out! Now!” I shout while pointing to the door.
“My pleasure!”
As he turns his muscular back to me, Elisabetta tries to ease the situation once again.
“Oh, please, don’t fight. There’s nothing to fight about.”
I stare at her incredulously.
“What the-?! You were buying our bags for years! Why? You do know this is our Stemma on it, right?”
“Years? Elisabetta!”
My gorgeous rival has turned back around and Elisabetta plays with her fingers.
“I knoooow. But they are so prettyyy!” She takes a step in my direction, lowering her voice. “I hide them at a friend’s house.”
I roll my eyes but have to actually hold in a laughter, something my best friend doesn’t do.
“Oh, this is awesome!”
As the ding resounds again, I’m just in time to see his broad back disappear to the right.
“I’m so sorry. I’m really looking forward to my new bag.”
Elisabetta remains standing another second awkwardly, before she scurries after her brother.
Yeah. Awesome, indeed.
***
The moment I arrive home, I have a very bad feeling. Nina and I swore to keep today’s event secret, but it weighs heavy in my stomach. It is paired with my sense of guilt at the upcoming party. Which gets even intensified by the fact that I’m carrying around a lilac mask with golden embellishments and feathers in a bag freshly bought from an exclusive boutique. After setting my bags down in my room, I go out to join my family talking on the terrace facing our pool. Putting on my sunglasses, I step out into the warm summer air and let myself fall into one of the lounges on the patio.
“Ginevra.”
My grandmother reprimands me for my unladylike behavior and I apologize lowly while my brother is grinning at me. He is smoking a cigarette in plain daylight, an action that would have me meet my creator in no time. I turn my head to the sun, enjoying its beam with a smile. In the distance, I hear the twins and my father playing around in the pool. My brother is talking to my grandmother about something I can’t quite grasp. Maybe about one of his new girlfriends. Slowly but surely his excuses why he doesn’t keep one long enough or even has none are running out. I wonder if he would be forced to take someone he doesn’t know as his spouse as well.
Suddenly, I hear an exhausted groan, as my grandfather sits into the lounge seat next to me. He hits my brother with his newspaper playfully and chuckles at his own silly gesture. Clearing his throat, he opens his newspaper he surely has been trying to read several times throughout the day.
At least I’m not the only one not having a minute to myself in here.
As a few moments pass in silence, he nudges my side gently. I jerk up and stare at him questioningly as he looks at me with a big smile.
“Your brother will be closing a big deal in a few weeks from today. With our biggest rival.”
I smile back at him.
“I know. We are all very proud.”
“Oh, yes. But I thought that maybe, as it is such an important event for the family, you want to take part in the meetings with the Capoletti?”
I straighten myself, getting up in my seat.
“Yes! I’d love to. Thank you, Nonno.”
He coughs out a laugh as I hug him, having his wife looking at us in disdain.
Again, not ladylike.
Uuuh, their first encounter =D And for your daily dose of Italian: Stemma means family crest.
Ruggerio “Aaaaaah, and this one. Look at this.” Frank holds up his phone to me, showing me a tanned beauty posing in a bikini. “Nice.” “Looks like there will be a lot of hot babes at the party.” I hum approvingly as he shows me another picture of a blonde posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in a mini dress. As every year the young and rich are posing about getting their ticket on social media. And like every year, Frank and I go through the posts to see if we would spot the hottest ones in their masks. Normally, I would be on fire to see the girls, but something has been bothering me since I got out of that demoniac shop with my sister. “Can you believe she has been doing this for years?” Frank groans, repositioning himself in his seat. “She walks around with their family crest!” “You have to let it gooooo.” He sighs desperately and shows me yet another picture. “Concentrate on this.” “I don’t do brunettes.” Chuckling, he swipes to another picture of a blonde and grins.
Ruggerio As the bartender delivers our drinks, I thank him and hand her the glass of champagne. She thanks me with a crooked smile, and I take a deep breath lifting my gaze. Just as I let my eyes roam over the entrances, I see two women walking in. They halt at the top of the remaining steps after having passed the large double doors and seem to assess which bar they want to attack first. The one on the right captures my attention immediately. Do I know her? She is wearing a lilac dress that flows down her body, kissing her curves and putting some nice boobs on display. No, I surely would remember those. The color of the dress matches her mask, like everybody else’s does. It’s quite common actually. Hers, on the other hand, has her looking regally. She has her hair falling on her shoulders like a black silky waterfall. I don’t do dark haired. I’m still staring as my thought has me tearing back to reality. I look back to my date as her voice and the loud music which faded mom
Ginevra The beat gets under my skin, vibrating through me. The hall I just walked into as Rachel Silverstone is packed. The music pumps through the room, covering every noise that this huge number of people would naturally make. As Nina yells at me, I just understand enough to know that she wants to go to the bar. Having joked to her about how this were going to be my last days of freedom as I was going to be engaged soon to a man I didn’t love, I’m surprised to feel the tension slipping off me with every ticking second, instead of having anxiety crippling me further. The hall can be accessed by several side doors that follow long stairs with white balustrades. The large crystal doors open to a little platform, with a short staircase leading to the immense hall flooring which is lined with reflective black tiles. At two sides at the end of the high and enormous hall, where there is no opening to a stairway, there is a crystal bar, with an all-transparent counter and vested decorat
Ginevra Feeling the need of another cigarette, I shake the cigarette package in front of me and groan. “It’s empty, love, do you have another one?” “No, that was my last, but our angel could surely get us a new one.” My gorgeous prince looks at her with a grin. “Your angel?” “Yeah. We have a nice banquet lady serving us drinks and snacks.” I laugh as she giggles, “I’m never going to leave that place.” Mr. Happy-smile gasps dramatically, “Nobody served us. How outrageous.” “Sorry, but she apparently had her hands full.” Nina shakes her drink again with a smile, just in time as the nice lady brings us new drinks. “Thank you, Ambeeer!” We shout in unison as she puts down our drinks and the men laugh. “You’re welcome, Ladies.” Nina sighs deeply as she takes a sip from her glass. “Oh, how I love Amber.” She jerks up, still carefully not to have her legs fall off Mr. Happy-Smile’s lap. “Sorry, babe! I forgot to ask for cigarettes.” I'm about to wave my hand dismissively
Ruggerio We settle back into our lounge, and I pull her close as soon as she let go of my hand to sit down next to me. I can’t remember ever being this touchy. Also, I love how close she gets to me. Smelling her perfume has my brain skipping his services, having me behave like a little boy. I could have her cling on to me all evening and would do anything to have her remove her mask. “So where does a royal princess usually go clubbing in this plebeian city?” She looks at me skeptically as I hold my cigarette pack out to her. “I’d like to meet you in another life.” Even if rolling her eyes, she can’t prevent the smile stretching on her luscious lips. “This isn’t a good idea, Ron.” “Don’t you want to let destiny decide that?” She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s not exactly destiny if you look for me where I tell you I’ll be.” “It’s destiny that I’m so set on finding you in real life.” I light her cigarette and she takes a long pull, freeing the smoke back out slowly. “M
Ginevra “Our ‘don’t talk about personal stuff-rule’ sucks butt, give me your name or at least your number.” I chuckle as Ron smirks at me. “Wouldn’t my number be more valuable than just my name?” “No, your name would have me dreaming of you properly.” My heart skyrockets at him saying that. “No can do, Mr.! And unfortunately, the rules are the rules.” There is no way I am going to expose myself to him. My family would have me killed if they knew I came here. “And you have my name.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head at me. “Yeah, sure, Cass!” He stresses out my false name sneakily, making me giggle. “I would like a souvenir then.” “Beg your pardon?” With a swift movement, he takes out an all-black folding knife and I instinctively jump. Looking at me dumbfounded, he shows me his palms still wearing his sly smirk. “I’m not going to cut out your heart, relax!” “How did you even get that through security?” He ignores my question, cutting off the upper button of his ta
Ruggerio I know I’m addicted the moment I discover that she tastes even better than she smells. After I had her against the wall, we kept making out until we landed on the big bed, throning in the middle of the room. The many mirrors in the room were giving me creepy vibes at first, but by the time I got her off for the second time, I grew particularly fond of them. The incredible picture of our reflection while she was riding me will be enough to keep my thoughts dirty for a happy while. As we lay next to each other, still catching our breaths, I move my hand to take hers. I press a short kiss on her knuckles before I pull myself up to my side. I had to fight the urge to tell her my real name and nearly failed. The sole consolation was that at least the fake name I gave her resembled the beginning of mine. Well, if you were to apply a lot of imagination. She lifts her hand, caressing my side and draws little circles on my birthmark. “This is cute. And it will be your tell if I had
Ginevra “Tell me your darkest secret.” I look at him confused before I bubble over with laughter. “You are such a maniac.” He smiles as he takes a pull off the cigarette we are sharing before handing it over to me. We are cuddled into a love seat because I didn’t feel comfortable to stay on the bed, after all that mess we did on it already. The ridiculous thing is that, because of some kind of strange fetish-destiny, we are still wearing our masks. I feel like he tried to get mine off a few times while I was completely under his mercy, and I’m thankful he refrained from it eventually. “I have no dark secret, Mr.” He chuckles as I lean forward to put the cigarette out. I feel his fingertips slide over my spine, caressing my skin gently. Goosebumps rise, covering my skin in them completely. Even with all the effort I put into the thought, I can’t remember ever feeling this way for a man. Not even slightly. Also, I can’t explain the explosive attraction there is between us or the wa