I'm anxious while staring at Vicenzo and my father who seems like having a staring contest. They were both looking at each other seriously and not blinking. It seems like they were talking through their eyes that made me feel more nervous.I do not want them to clash each other again. I want to go home peacefully and not overthinking."S-Saint? Dad? Are you two alright?" I hesitantly query.I bit the inside of my mouth when I saw Vicenzo clenched his jaw that's why I immediately held his hand and intertwined our fingers to get his attention.Successfully, he withdraw his gaze to my father and look at me with a slight creased on his forehead. I smile at him and pulled his hand a little."I think we should go now" I said in small voice.He smile at me gently before he take a step closer to me. He instantly wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him that made me smile at my father shyly."Take care of my daughter, Mr. Santo

After days of overthinking, here I am standing in front of Zeneca Ballet. Everything seems back to normal as if nothing happens. Nothing change in Zeneca, after almost a month of not stepping my foot here. I took a deep breath and smile and start to walk inside. Boise is right behind me, sadly Gordon is not with me today. I don't exactly know why, maybe he's with Vicenzo right now? I just hope he's here. I know he's happy that I'm finally back. Aside from my Mom, Gordon is my number one supporter. He's there in every step that I take while pursuing my dreams. "Mia signora," Boise called me when I turn to the left instead of the right direction. I briefly glance at him and smile "I just wanted to check the painting" I said softly and pointed to the painting in the lobby. I walk closer to it until I finally reach the right spot to stare at it. Just like the first time I saw this painting, it still fascinating and amazing. It looks so simple but I can cl

"Saint, is everything alright?" I called Vicenzo when I saw him leaning on the railing of the balcony here in our room.He slowly turn his head to me and stretch his lips into a smile but the light creased in his forehead remain. He looks problematic now, but still it didn't make him less of the Vicenzo that I know. He's still look intimidating, rough and ruthless.With the small light coming from our bedroom, I can clearly saw his handsome face. His eyes that glows under the light from the moon is drowning me."It's cold here, go back inside" he mutter in controlled tone of voice and puffed out a smoke.I moisten my lips and my gaze landed on the cigarette his holding. The wind blows when I lift my head to look up on him. My hair was stirred by the wind giving me a cold sensation."You're smoking..." I point out, a bit hesitant.This is the first time I saw him smoking. He haven't change his clothes yet while I already take a haft bath and

I return to my room with dry tears on my cheeks after I talk to Gordon. I am expecting Vicenzo to already finish his shower, but then he's not around and I can hear the sound of running water inside the bathroom which made me conclude that he's still there.I turn my head to the wall clock and I mentally shake my head when I saw the time. I immediately went inside the walk-in closet and pick a nightclothes for Vicenzo. I forgot to prepare his clothes.*knock knock knock*"Saint? I'll leave your clothes here" I said while knocking on the door.I'm not sure if he can hear me so I knock on the door harder, but to my surprise, the door suddenly opens revealing the smiling face of my husband while his head and bare chest are covers with bubbles.I blink my eyes and didn't dare to shook my head, afraid that he is

ON THE NEXT DAY...Wearing a black ballet dress, I'm looking myself at the wall mirror inside the dance room. It's still 5:00 in the morning, Vicenzo left early. We actually ate breakfast together before I start my morning routine. Miss Gisella adjust our time of rehearsal to give us a vacant hour to practice.I am thinking deeply about what kind of Giselle I'm planning to show to everyone. Giselle is about the beautiful young peasant girl who fell madly in love with the nobleman Albrecht. It is a tragic story, Giselle died because of heartbreak when she found out Albrecht betray her. What's good about this is, Giselle didn't end up like a Wilis- a spirit of a maiden who died because of heartbreak. She shows that her love is pure and forgiving."I want to understand the deeper meaning of Giselle" I whisper to myself.I sigh and tiptoe with a proper posture. My hands are on both sides of my waist. Why analyzing the question of Miss Gisella.'W