Looking down at the phone, it beeps, signaling I have one new voice mail. My hands tremble as I pick it up. I ignored the call, knowing full well who the caller was. Truthfully I wasn't ready to face the aftermath just yet. I take a moment and debating if I should listen to the voicemail, I finally decide to click the green call button.     His voice plays through my phone speaker, and the pit of my stomach drops. He knows; I can tell just by the sound of his voice. I can only imagine what the tabloids have printed about me now.         I pull out my laptop and search the web for the latest scandals, and I can't believe my eyes. How the paparazzi got this picture is beyond me. It's of Axon and me kissing at his front door. A million thoughts start running through my mind. How will I even begin to make this situation work? I hate the paparazzi. I guess it's time I tell Axon the truth. I pick up my phon

Here I sat beside Axon as his plane touches the sky. I haven't said much to him, and you can tell he's nervous. I keep catching his glances and that look in his eyes; I don't want to see that look.I don't need his pity. I hope when we arrive, my papa will greet me, and it will all be a big misunderstanding. I don't want to think of any other scenarios. He's fine; my Mamma is trying to get me home. Yes, that's it is just one of her ploys to get me home. He's fine! Maybe this is just one bad dream. So I'll sit here quietly until I wake up."Tatianna," Axon says in a pitying tone. My eyes greet his, but I stay frozen. A blank stare I'm putting on to mask the pain. "Everything is going to be alright." He gives me a small smile to ease the tension. I know he means well, but how does he know? He doesn't."I know," I say with a blank tone. I stare out the window to avoid Axon's gaze. What if this is the end? What if my father doesn't make it? A

As I walk down the long hallway and into the double doors, I can't help but shake the feeling of dread fogging up my mind. Axon didn't seem mad; he seems to be enjoying this façade that I have invited. Then again, looks can be deceiving. I can't believe I keep doing stuff like this to myself and Axon. If I were him, I would run for the hills. What was I thinking to tell my Mamma he was my Fiance?You thought he doesn't know Italian, no harm, no foul. My conscience speaks to me. I quickly silence the voice, not wanting to hear how selfish I'm being. Besides, what else could I do? We have never discussed what we are to each other. I couldn't very well introduce him as the man I've been screwing, could I? My Mamma would have had a heart attack. 'You should have introduced him as your friend.' My conscience answers my question. Uhg it is always getting in the way. I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. I'm only seconds from

Voglio chiedere che le tue figlie siano in matrimonio." I say, trying not to show the nervousness I am feeling.The older man looks at me for a minute before finally speaking. “Cosa hai da offrire mia figlia?"I think his question over for a minute. What have I to offer Tarianna? What can I give her that she does not already have?Translate- I want to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.Translate-What have you to offer my daughter?"Posso offrire la sua ricchezza, non avrebbe mai voluto per niente." I say what I hope her father wants to hear.Her father frowns. “Ha già ricchezza e vuole per niente.”I can feel something squeeze at my chest. What am I doing? What could I possibly offer her?"Ci sono due cose che puoi dare a mia figlia che i soldi non possono comprare solo allora ti darò le mie figlie in matrimonio.’He says to me, his expression is one that looks serieous and intimidating.

So this is it? I'm standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My long black hair is tied back, and a veil is attached to the bun of my hair to make it all the more real. I'm not going to cry; I repeat, I am not going to cry. I turn to the side to admire more of this beautiful gown. Saying the word gown doesn't do this dress justice.It has a gorgeous beaded corset top and a poofy bottom made from tulle. It is complete with a long train that I am sure I will need two people to carry. I feel like a princess. My mother's standing beside me, balling her eyes out. If she's like this now, I can only imagine how she will be at my wedding. I just said wedding; I can hardly believe I am getting married, even if it is for a show. I am so happy and nervous.The wedding is only a few weeks away, and in a normal circumstance, I would have months, even years, to plan, but sadly I don't have the luxury of time. My father doesn't either. A tear runs down my che