"If Rosetta hadn't noticed, you would have beared this pain for how long, huh?" So it was Rosetta who had told him. She shut her eyes, leaning into him, letting the dizziness take over. "You shouldn't race ever again. What if you had died?" He kept admonishing, "those tracks were really cunny." She smiled, feeling warm at his concern. "Luna..." She heard him call but he sounded very far. She slipped into the darkness.*Rosetta was furious. After all her rant and effort to win just so she could go on the dates with Domenico, he ended up losing. How much of a ... Urrrgh! "Can't you drive faster!?" For the fact that he was Luna's fiancee made her detest him. Birds of a feather flock together, talk more of getting married. Percy was fed up. He understood she was annoyed at not getting her man but it wasn't his fault he was far better than the man she clamoured for. After all, he also didn't want to come with her; he'd rather play chess with his fiancee. "You have to calm down."

"Nothing much. Just make this last few minutes bearable for me." She nodded, forcing herself to keep mute. Percy used the opportunity to look her over, he couldn't deny the faint stirrings of familiarity that had been gnawing at him since he first saw her but he couldn't quite figure out where he had met her before. "Do you have a sister?" He suddenly blurted. She looked at him, a brow raised. "Yes. Why?" "Do you dislike her?" He asked again. He was suddenly restless. "Very much. Again, why are you asking?" Percy stared at her some more before realization dawned on him. His eyes popped out. "Rosetta."*Rosetta watched his reaction amusedly, "Is my name that enticing?" He quickly shook his head, composing himself. How could he not have remembered her? "You're acting strange." She commented, picking up her wine glass. "Tell me" He began, curious and intrigued by this sharp mouthed, beautiful, classy woman. She had really grown. "Tell you what?" Rosetta thought Percy's looks

"I had good company." There was a slight smirk on Marino's face. Domenico shook his head. When would his friend ever change?He remembered his earlier promise and made a phone call to Rosetta. It rang and rang but no one picked. Percy took Luna home afterwards to wash up and then they headed to church, nothing seemingly wrong with them. But even though they had each other, both of them still found their minds drifting back to the events of the previous night. It was just one car racing, one evening of fun but it changed everything. Nothing was ever going to remain the same.*Percy wasn't one to dabber in uncertainty. He didn't like feeling unsure about anything especially not about the relationship he cherished so much. He wanted to marry her, he loved her, his Luna; but now, after the previous evening, he found himself second guessing. Not second guessing neither was he unsure. It was nice that things had happened this way. He himself had known that he would have to eventually clear

"You look like a promising hardworking engineer and it's a pity to see you waste your talents on such a worthless company that can't take good care of it's workers. I mean, look at you. If you won't take my offer this instant then get out and never return." Domenico bowed respectfully with a forced, "Thank you sir." before walking out. The whole short bus ride and eventual walk back to his company; because he has exhausted all his cash and he hadn't been given transport allowance; he practically hid himself in the walls. Did he look that bad?*"Two! Just two out of five contracts! How useless are you! So incompetent! How can I let you work as an engineer when you can't do the simple work of a marketer! Useless! Get out of my sight!" Domenico trudged tiredly to his home some one kilometer from his company. He had no cash on him for transport and he had left work with his salary deducted, again. He could envision his empty cupboards and fridge. Even the wine he longed to drink was t

"Don't cry" He passed her a tissue, "It's my choice. Don't blame yourself." "Bro Nico, we'll send you food everyday! You have to be as fat as I am!" Mario said firmly in his little voice, his look stern, "you mustn't let mama cry." He smiled, patting his little nephew on the head. "Will you?" Andrea asked, now calm. "What?" He picked up his fork again, catching Marco's glare. "Will you let us send you foodstuffs every two weeks? Please, Nico. Let us feel like we're helping out." He sighed. "Ok... Plus my favourite homemade sausage." They laughed. Family was home.*Six days later, he watched her walk up to him in the same cafe. It seemed they had a thing for meeting in cafes. Luna. She was as always dressed simply but with an air of elegance. She looked more mature and very much more beautiful and she still had that air of innocence that surrounded her, that aura of goodness. Just as she made to sit opposite him, the church bells rang. She seemed disoriented for a second befo