Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reviello's Wrong Bride: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Eleonor returned to the room, but found it empty. There was only the furniture in the room. The smell of roses hung in the air. She knows Giovanni isn't there, but she still searches for him with her eyes, hoping to find him either on the balcony or coming out of a cold bath. When did she start to want to see him? Until very recently, Reviello was just a last name that now adorned hers. A shadow following her. Now he really seems to be her husband. Eleonor walks to the balcony door and slides it open, allowing a cooling breeze to blow her blond hair and dry the small drops of sweat that's dripping down inside of her dress. She walks to the edge, observing the incredible view before her eyes. The sun is almost touching the ocean at the horizon line, and orange tones blends with the blue of the sky and the sea. Somehow, this moment reminds her of Emily. So, she quickly reaches for the phone in her purse and dials her sister's number, and this time it doesn't take long for her to answer

Eleonor wakes up because the bedroom door was opened suddenly, and she reaches for the lamp. When the small light comes on, she sees a silhouette leaning against the wall. Her heart races, and an intense anxiety dwells in her chest. Her mouth suddenly dries up, as she's afraid to call his name. She knows who it is. And she would know even if she were blindfolded. Because her body somehow can feel him from a distance. Because her heart seems to beat in consonance with his. And she hates that. “Giovanni?” She calls out to him when she regains her voice. And she realizes that the silhouette stops amidst the dark. She pushes the blanket away and stands up slowly. With slow steps, she walks to him. Still in the dark, she can feel the way his eyes envelop her… the way her skin warms at the slightest glance. And at this close, she can feel the smell of alcohol intoxicate her nose. She reaches out toward him, rubbing her fingertips against the arm that hangs at the side of his body. Feeling

Giovanni is leaning on the edge of the balcony, smoking the fourth cigarette in that morning. He's watching the blue sky and the almost-burning sun that greets this not-very-inviting day.Marco is sitting on one of the sofas and looking at the ceiling. Since he woke up to find a boss who was very bad-tempered and hungover on the other side of his door, he has chosen to keep quiet and be understanding. Giovanni finds the silence in the room comforting, given the chaos inside his head.Marco asked for room service, but Giovanni only wanted a few cups of strong coffee and cigarettes. Since then, the boss has been looking at the horizon, thinking about things that Marco bets that's involving Mrs. Reviello.“Marco?” Giovanni finally calls out to him.The man gets up hurriedly and approaches the balcony, with an evident sleepy expression. “Yes, boss?”“I would like you to keep an eye on my wife.” He says, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “I'm not sure if we can relax and act as if

Eleonor returns to the bar, feeling the eyes of the woman (who offered herself to Giovanni) on her, but she doesn't care. And doesn't even look up when he passes her and goes back to the table. She leans on the counter and calls out to the bartender for another shot of tequila. Lisette watches Giovanni sits down at the table, and the tanned brunette rubs herself against him again. She rolls her eyes and looks annoyed. “One for me too.” The man puts the glasses on the counter the same way he did before. Eleonor slammed the small glass brutally on the wood after turning the clear shot over. She turns the sangria in one go, to alleviate the taste that didn't seem so bad anymore — perhaps the taste of anger is influencing her palate. Lisette looks at her in surprise and does the same. As the sangria goes down her throat, and she sucks on the lemon, faces her friend and says: “Don't let him blow your evening, Elle.” “Blow it? No, I'm going to have the best night ever.” “That sounds ext

“Donna, the boss requires your presence.”“Good morning to you too, Marco.” She says with a fake smile, looking at the man outside her room. She's propping up on the door, and her hand is holding on the knob like it's a floater amid the ocean. By Marco's expression, she can get a brief idea of how Reviello’s mood is in that morning.The truth is that after that disastrous walk on the beach, they didn't meet. He didn't return to the resort, at least not to the room. She already tortured herself enough, thinking that he may have returned to that woman's flirt. And she realizes that she's indeed jealous — what enrages her even more because that also means she's really falling in love.“Don't make things hard for me, Donna…” Marco says quite anxiously. “He's not in a good mood.”“I can imagine it.” Eleonor sighs, and finally gets out of the room.They walk to a restaurant inside the resort's facilities. It's a nice place, right before the beach. The cozy wooden furniture makes her a bit l