Chapter 42: The Other Side

“I got the tattoo when I was twenty-five years old, it is in honor of my parents. My mother always taught me to be tender, and gentle like flowers while my father taught me to be sharp and dangerous like swords,” Alessandro tells Amber with closed eyes. “So, your father is the sword, and the flowers symbolize your mother,” Amber breathes into his chest.

“Yes, Amber,” he kisses her head saying, “And now, you’re my flower.” She whispers, “And you’re my sword.”

The rays of the sun kiss the floor of their room, and their heavy eyelids open. They remain entangled in one another’s arms for a long time until they decide to head back home. Then, they head to their respective areas of work; guns and brushes.

Two days go by in a breeze, and Sunday arrives. They board the flight and head to Canoli Islands.

The white and elegant theme of the place is pleasing. The event takes place in an open-to-sky layout with waiters and waitresses serving expensive champagne, and the artists being complimente