As the sun blazed down relentlessly, everything shimmered in a golden haze, kissed by its unrelenting heat.
While driving down Santo Spirito's streets, the negative stories told about these walls resurface in my mind, but my determination triumphs over any lingering apprehension. With precision, I scan the lively and diverse atmosphere, informed by a little birdie that Valentina often takes this route around this time.'Remind me why we're in Florence, especially in Santo Spirito of all places?'" Giovanni whines.I look at him frustrated.“Don’t answer that. How are we going to find her if we keep roaming around in circles?” he inquires.“Quit the questions, Giovanni! I'm trying to concentrate.”“I'm out here simply because you are a friend. If I get killed in the quest to find a woman you claim not to love, let it be known that I laid my life for a brother!”“No one is dying.”“I hope so.”Stressed out, I sigh, "She must be around here somewhere."“You haven’t told me why you are looking for her.”"I just want to ensure she's okay," I express with concern.“Sorry, what?”“You heard me.”"Marco, you confuse me. You ended things with her for no valid reason, and now we're on a mission to check on her? This doesn't add up. I thought you told me one time you were madly in love with her?"“Are you going to help me find her or are you just going to keep bombarding me with questions I do not have answers too.”“Then count me out of this! Stop the car, I'm going home.”“You are joking right?”I glance at him, hoping he's not serious, only to realize he genuinely means it."I ended things with her because aligning my father's company with that of Mr. Alessandro will elevate us socially, and that can only happen if I marry Isabella," I confess.“Can you hear yourself?”"Clearly. My father has always aspired to make a name for himself since time immemorial. This isn't a recent development," I acknowledge."He has achieved success without any partnership, so why now? And why resort to harming someone else in the process? It's always about Leonardo. What is it that you want? Everything you do seems to revolve around him," He emphasizes, echoing his frustration.“Keep my father’s name out of your mouth Giovanni.”"You've consistently sought to be like your brother, Aurelio, going to great lengths to make Leonardo see you in the same light he saw him," he says massaging his temples."Cristos! Are you trying to get us killed?" he exclaims as I abruptly halt the car."Do not speak about my brother! He's gone! Show some respect!""I apologize for bringing him up. I care about you, and it seems like you're pushing yourself against a wall trying to please Leonardo and Francesca. Remember, you're their son too!"If only he knew I'm adopted. Every reminder that I'm their adopted son brings a shudder of misery. I live with the constant fear that everything I have could be taken away in an instant if I go against my parents. I was their favourite until Mother became pregnant with my brother Aurelio, who fell ill and passed away four years ago."Get out," I say, my annoyance evident.“Very funny. You don't mean that!” he says."I mean it. Get out," I assert, the seriousness in my tone leaving him shocked.As he opens the door, I notice Valentina walking toward the car from a distance."She's coming towards us. Close the door," I announce, slamming the door shut."I can't believe you were about to kick me out of the car seconds ago," he says, fuming."It was just a bluff," I admit.“It had better be.”“Thank goodness for tinted glasses.”"Her hair is gone?" Giovanni exclaims, clearly shocked.“"All gone! My favorite feature. She hasn't been eating either. She's become so lean that a tiny breeze would throw her off the road.”"Why is she walking in the scorching sun, checking overhead?" Giovanni inquires, puzzled by Valentina's behaviour."She didn't take any car along. In fact, she threw the cheque Isabella wrote her right in our faces," I respond, revealing Valentina's unexpected actions."She looks so damaged," he observes, noting Valentina's distressed appearance.“Yet, still beautiful.”"Have you ever considered having a secret affair with her? It could fulfill your desires while maintaining the appearance of being with Isabella to please your father," Giovanni suggests."Valentina is not that type of woman. She'd rather roll all over the streets of Rome than agree to a secret affair with me. If Isabella finds out, and her father and mine get to know, consider my career and my life in general over," I say, firmly dismissing the notion.She walks past us, casting a quick glance at the car.“Hope she doesn't know it's you?”“No. This car belongs to a staff of mine.”“Was going to ask earlier on when you showed up with the cricket. How did you pull that off?”"I offered him my Mustang for the whole day in exchange for his. No one in their right mind would ignore such an offer. Do we follow her? I think she's heading to her mother’s restaurant," I suggest"Follow her? Why?" Giovanni questions, seeking clarification on the purpose of tailing Valentina.“To be sure she gets there safely or something.”Giovanni stares at me as if questioning my sanity. "What if she notices she's being trailed? Please, scrap that idea, and let's head home. You've seen her, and she's in one piece. Despite her shaved hair and looking leaner, she's still as beautiful as ever," Giovanni suggests, offering a compliment that earns him a glare from me.“What?” I'm just complimenting her.”“I shouldn't have brought you along to start with.”“"Ermm.. Giovanni, I really need you to come with me. Please, it will really mean a lot to me," Giovanni mimics.“Don’t forget its not too late to throw you out.”“You wouldn't dare.”"Can you still see her?" I ask, trying to determine if Valentina is still within sight.“Can you still see her.” Giovanni mimics.“You seem to forget I was trained by a mafia.”“I shiver in fear,” he says hissing.“You really underestimate me many times.”"Start this thing and let's get out of this place before pictures of our lifeless bodies circulate the news by tomorrow," Giovanni urges.“It is not as bad as you are making it to look. This part is now considered safe.”“Not from the stories I've been told.”“That was a long time ago.” I respond driving off.I'm relieved I could see her. Why did she cut her hair? She knows how much I love running my hands through it at the slightest opportunity.She needs a car, and I don't know how to get her one without anyone knowing it came from me."Where are you coming from?" Isabella asks confronting me as I walk into to the house tired."You saw me leave for work.""That doesn't answer my question.""From work obviously," I say jingling my work bag in front of her."So why would you exchange your Mustang for that thing he calls a car?"Did she have me trailed? If she did, I'd be in a big mess because she wouldn't hesitate to run to her father and that's the last thing I need right now."The boy has always admired the car so I gave him to go for a spin, he's been doing well at the office, fetching us promising early-stage startups. It's the least I could do for him.""Whatever. Babe, I missed you.""I missed you too," I reply lacking the strength for any tantrums."Go freshen up while I make dinner.""OK. Thanks."As I walk into the closet Valentina and I once shared, I notice all her boxes are gone. Did Alfred put them in the store while cleaning today? I never asked him to except Isabella did!"Ella?""Yes, Amore?""Valentin
“Buonasera! Welcome to Trattoria Sofia del Gusto. What can I tempt your taste buds with tonight?” I greet, adjusting my apron. Surprise washes over me as I come face to face with Chiara, who appears unruffled by our unexpected encounter.“I’ll savour the Bruschetta al Pomodoro, indulge in Risotto ai Frutti di Mare, the Saltimbocca alla Romana, and finish on a sweet note with Tiramisu,” Chiara orders, her tone formal, emotions tucked away.“Chiara,” I acknowledge, my greeting filled with unspoken explanations.“Anything to drink?”“I’d love a glass of Pinot Grigio,” she requests, unperturbed."Chiara, please let me explain.""Isn't it too late for unnecessary pleasantries and explanations? Last I checked, we aren't friends anymore.""I'm deeply sorry. You know that was beyond my control."“Please pack up my order. I won't be eating in here anymore.""Okay," I respond as I sigh, not knowing how to go about it.She drops her payment, puts in her earpiece, and takes a seat.Chiara and I s
"What might have been going through her mind? Did she think no one would catch on? It happened in broad daylight, after all. If her aim was to go unnoticed, arriving by the side of the restaurant was an odd choice."Which brings me to the question: Who was that?"“Just a friend.”“Come on, Mom, be honest. Your expression tells a different story.”“How do I express this without causing more hurt?” she inquiries.“My feelings can't be more hurt than they already are.”"It's your father, Fabio Matteo.""Are you now romantically involved with him?" I ask, disbelief evident in my voice."What? No! You think so little of me.""I’m sorry, and he's not my father. He explicitly stated that. What does he want now? Mother?” I inquire, detecting her hesitation.“He wants you.”I halt in my tracks, bursting into uncontrollable laughter.“He's dying and wishes to see you.”"Doctors and artists share no common ground. Also, unless the angels whispered some new revelations to him about our connection
"What is this I hear from Isabella that you haven't been sleeping at home for three days now, and yet you are still within the four walls of Tuscany,” Father declares, storming into my office with visibly bulging veins on his head.“Good morning Mr Lorenzo.” Heather greets. “Heather, please leave us,” I announce dismissing my personal assistant.He fixes a stern gaze on me, demanding an answer despite Heather's presence in the room."Good morning, Father.""Marco, there's nothing good about the morning. Are you attempting to put us in Alessandro's disfavor, knowing full well that Isabella is practically the air he breathes?""No, Father. It's just that she has moved her things into the house and now lives there, and we aren't even married yet.""And so? This is merely a weak excuse! The woman in question will soon be your wife. If not for your recent divorce, you both would have been married like yesterday.""Father, I'm not in love with Isabella.""Love?" he chuckles, the sound reso
“Valentina, your father may and may not have sent a convoy to come get you.”“You don't mean it.” I say taking one last look at myself. “Come see for yourself.”I peep out the window to see mother wasn't lying. A knock on the door draws our attention.“Go check, while I quickly thrown on a robe. I'll join you shortly.” mother informs.“Good morning Miss Matteo.” An elderly man greets.Miss Matteo??“Good morning.”“I'm Alberto, Mr Matteo’s chief of security.”“Hi, Mr Alberto. It's nice to meet you.”“Please call me Alberto.”Mother appears just in time.“Good morning Sofi.” he greets smiling warmly.“Good morning Alberto, you've met my daughter in person.”“Yes I have, a splitting image of you but the red hair sure comes from madame Rosemarie.”“Yeah. Take good care of my princess.”“I sure will. You can trust she's in good hands.”“No doubt. Drive safe.”Am I the only one picking up on the suspicious vibes between Mother and Alberto, Sofi? Really? I can't wait to return and uncover
"I never thought the old man was serious. It's been a whole week, and your accounts are still frozen. What are you going to do?" Giovanni asks. "I just want to go home and have all these shenanigans come to an end. I'm exhausted especially with you having to cover my bills, and I sincerely appreciate you getting back the painting.""No worries here. Feel free to stay as long as necessary. I'm more than willing to lend you some funds to kickstart your own business and put aside those people, preventing them from causing more damage to your life. And as for the art, it's the least I can offer.""I can't bear the thought of starting from scratch. It's just too much. And the people you talk about with such disdain are my parents.""Then let them act like parents. Even adopted children aren't treated as poorly, let alone in this heart-wrenching way."I stay quiet, debating whether to disclose my connection to the Lorenzos."Wait, you aren't adopted, right?" Giovanni inquires, attempting t
A night spent in my father's company stretches into days, and I find immense joy in every moment. Despite my deep affection for this place, my mother's absence is keenly felt. A proud daughter moment unfolded when he introduced me as his daughter to the entire staff during a meeting. The sense of acknowledgement and familial connection in that public declaration gave me butterflies.On the other hand, James has become a reassuring presence over the phone, especially on days when my father's frailty confines him to his room. I sense a growing comfort in my interactions with James.These passing days weigh on me, serving as a poignant reminder of my father's limited time on this earth due to the relentless grip of cancer—a cruel affliction I wouldn't wish upon even my worst enemy.After a tour of my father’s extensive residence, I must emphasize the sheer enormity of the home. The studio and a courtyard stood out prominently. The courtyard, in particular, boasts a striking feature—an aq
Our home, once vibrant, now cloaked in grief, welcomes the imposing presence of Madame Rosemarie. Draped in a sophisticated black outfit that resonates with mourning, she gracefully emerges from the tinted Rolls Royce. As we meet Madame Rosemarie in person for the first time, the somber atmosphere amplifies, enveloping us in the weight of the prevailing sadness."Come here, my dear child. I'm sorry fate led you to meet your father so close to his passing, especially under these sad circumstances.""Condolences for your loss, Madame Rosemarie.""Nonsense. Call me Grandma. We knew this day would inevitably arrive. How are you holding up? Your eyes reveal it all," she remarks, striving to exude strength."I understand you're hurting too. Should you need a shoulder to lean on, Nonna.""Thank you, child," she responds, delicately wiping her eyes."Good day, Madame Rosemarie,"Alberto greets her."Son, how are the preparations for the funeral progressing?""All arrangements have been made, a