Chapter 31.— Once upon a time the mad bride…Part 2.Dear reader, in case you said Lorenzo, know that you were wrong, although…— Answering your previous question, Grace. — I mumbled her name dismissively, while a smile broke out. Yes, the bride had taken me to the same room as Lorenzo. — I would also like to know, after all, it was you who brought me here. Besides, this farm belongs to my girlfriend's grandmother. — My lips twitched even more when I noticed how red she was turning. — However, I will be kind and refresh your memory, in case you have forgotten. — I looked down at my short, colorful fingernails, for I knew how she hated to be in the background of an argument. — It was you who invited me to the wedding of the year. — I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.If possible, Sofia Grace had become more flushed with ang

Chapter 33.— once upon a time a part of Dreams...It was a little past noon, so the sun was high in a sky of a beautiful sky blue, while hardly a cloud interrupted the vastness above our heads. Despite the almost unbearable heat and lack of shade along our route, a welcome breeze eased the heat.— Oh. — I said, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation run through my body as I began to see something yellow on the horizon. — We are almost there, aren't we, Vero? — I asked rhetorically, because it was clear that we were approaching the field of sunflowers.Although they had made history in the United States and acquired several positive zeros in their bank accounts, the grandparents of my beloved blonde bought a farm when they returned to Italy and started a small sunflower and grape farm, just as they had always wanted in their youth. Soon the business grew and the Vacchiano's became one of the

Chapter 35.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 1. | currently. |The big wedding day had arrived with many surprises and confusions, although I still didn't know what would happen a little later.— Mercy! — My eyes widened. — By the Goddess of Women who like Women, Veronica! — I exclaimed, laughing.The smile on my girlfriend's face was wide and very satisfied.| The day before. |The smile had not left my lips. In fact, I couldn't stop admiring the simple but perfect ring that Veronica had given me the day before, after hearing her confess that she loved me too. Like me, the Italian goddess also wore on her right ring finger a ring that I had bought weeks ago, when I assumed the extent of my feelings for myself. The memory had been in my mind for the last few hours. Everything had been magi

Chapter 37.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 3.| Currently. |There was no doubt that Sofia Grace was a despicable being, dear readers. On the other hand, I couldn't say that she made a bad choice for the decoration. In fact, it was too simple for her personal taste, which I still remembered. Everything was very nice, harmonious, and cozy, which was the complete opposite of the extravagant and luxurious life that Grace impotently flaunted and wished she really owned when she hooked her future millionaire husband.— What's with the face, my love? — Veronica asked in an affectionate whisper. Her hand resting on my waist gave a firm squeeze, drawing me out of my thoughts. — I can feel your neurons are burning up from here. — she joked good-humoredly.I nodded and laughed, for my beautiful Italian girlfriend was

Chapter 39.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 2.The idea of uniting my existence with Carina Maria Botelho Fernandes' for the rest of the time I had left on earth was perfect. There was no longer any doubt in my mind how much I loved that woman and how much I wanted to make her mine in every possible way. The question was: would Ciliegia Dolce accept my request? After all, we had only been girlfriends for a few days. I tried to put this doubt aside and concentrate on what I was going to do soon.— Veronica, have you ever heard that you reap what you sow? — Carina whispered with her mouth almost pressed against my ear, which caused goose bumps all over my body. Looking at her, I nodded, curious, because her question was so unexpected. — Then they must have sabotaged my garden. — She made an adorable face. I wrinkled my eye