There were no mourners. No one stood with Rose as she followed her mother’s casket to the burial site. Only cemetery workers accompanied her through the funeral rites. Rose stood at the edge of the grave, facing the priest who spoke solemnly.After the coffin was placed above the grave, the priest delivered a short sermon before it was lowered into the ground. Rose steeled herself, her eyes fixed on the coffin as it was buried once and for all.“You must be strong, my child. This is God’s will, and one day, all of us will return to him,” the priest said."Yes, Father," Rose whispered, nodding.She didn’t leave, even after everyone else was gone. Looking up at the gray sky, she knew the rain would soon fall. Still, she remained by her mother’s grave.“Mom,” Rose breathed softly.Would her mother feel cold when the rain came? Would she be all right down there? Restless, grieving thoughts swirled inside her. Rose knelt down and began to weep quietly."Mom... Mom..."The drizzle began, bu
Rose never imagined that she would be kissed by a man while undressed in a Jacuzzi—and even worse, that man was someone else’s husband. Yet that's exactly what happened. Rose had no idea what to do.She broke away from Matteo’s kiss, but he simply cupped her chin and kissed her again. Her heart pounded as he kissed her once more and again. Matteo seemed to be teasing her with his gentle, sweet kisses.Maybe it was the atmosphere, or maybe it was the days they had spent together, but Rose was starting to lose her awkwardness and kissed Matteo back. Her mind was a storm of clashing emotions—confusion, fear, curiosity, and desire.“You look beautiful,” Matteo whispered.The cold, cynical man she thought she knew seemed to melt away in that moment. He took off his clothes, letting them sink to the bottom of the Jacuzzi, and wrapped his arms tightly around Rose.His kisses grew wilder, his tongue slipping into her mouth and making her breathless. It was a new experience for Rose—strange, t
Rose pulled her face away from Matteo’s hand on her chin, gently freeing herself. She quickly stood up and walked toward the balcony. Her heart was pounding, something she had never experienced before.Rose was starting to be afraid of her own feelings.“Can I see the balcony?” Rose asked, changing the subject."Sure."Rose quickly swept aside the thin curtain in front of her and opened the door. The moment she saw the view outside, she was captivated. Buildings seemed to float on the water, and gondolas were lined up in neat rows. The Basilica’s spire could be seen in the distance.Matteo followed Rose outside and stood by her side, leaning his arm on the railing.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Matteo asked.“Sure it is.” Rose nodded, her gaze fixed on the scenery ahead.“Of all the cities in the world, which one would you most like to visit?”Rose glanced at Matteo briefly before turning her eyes forward again. For a moment, she didn't answer right away. She wasn’t suspicious of him, just u
The eight-hour flight to Italy was quiet for Matteo. He sat alone in the front seat while Rose sat across the aisle in the back. They didn't speak to each other after the private jet took off. The jet didn’t stop to refuel, so at five o'clock sharp, they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport. Matteo got off first, followed by Rose at a sluggish pace. They were immediately greeted by airport staff who escorted them to a waiting car outside. Matteo stopped and turned around. Rose looked pale and unsteady, and her demeanor was strangely off. Finally, Matteo waited until she was close enough. “What’s wrong with you?” Matteo asked, puzzled. "This is my first time flying. I’m dizzy,” Rose grumbled. Rose had never seen Romilda’s passport and didn’t know that her sister had traveled abroad countless times. Her answer only made Matteo more suspicious. “Hold onto me.” He offered his arm, and Rose immediately hooked hers through it. They strolled toward the terminal. After going through I
"Yes, fine."Matteo replied curtly, not wanting to prolong the conversation. Inside, he wondered what the woman sitting across from him was planning.There was no hidden agenda; her words sounded genuine. She wasn't making some strange, unreasonable request.If anything, this only deepened Matteo’s suspicion. Could Romilda be suffering from amnesia? Or had she hit her head so hard that she had changed completely?“Thank you, Matteo,” Rose said.Dinner passed in silence between them, and afterward, they headed upstairs. Matteo deliberately followed Rose to her room.At the doorway, Rose stopped and looked at him, puzzled."Is there something else you want to talk about?" Her eyes briefly met Matteo’s. "We're done talking, aren't we?""Your passport. Can you give it to me now?” Matteo asked.“Oh, right. Wait a moment.”Rose hurried into the room, grabbed Romilda’s passport from her bag, and quickly returned. She handed it to Matteo.He skimmed through it, noting all the countries Romild
Every evening at exactly seven, someone knocked on Rose’s door from the outside. She had grown accustomed to finding a tray of food in front of her door, though she never knew who had delivered it.Although being isolated wasn’t pleasant, Rose was grateful to have food and a bed at the Cavanaugh residence.Tonight, however, she was startled to see Matteo himself standing in the doorway. He gave her a polite nod.“You haven’t had dinner yet, right? Let’s have dinner in the dining room,” he said.Rose blinked. "In the dining room? But I usually eat in here.”"It's okay. Nicole and Letty aren’t having dinner at home.”Being in the same room as Matteo’s sisters didn't make her uncomfortable—it was being around Matteo himself that made her uncomfortable. His demeanor felt different from the first time they met, especially.Rose couldn’t tell if he was being nice for a particular rea