"Shock is a funny thing. Things get both sharp and fuzzy. Time stretches and distorts. Things come rushing into focus and seem larger than they are. Other things vanish to a single point." ― Maureen Johnson-Alessandro carried Viola on his shoulders walking past the corridor when he came in contact with Pietro and halts and put Viola down who was wincing holding her waist. " So you're the reason why she came in here to cause a scene," He spats angrily. "For you to know, Signore Santoro, This has nothing to do with me," he added.Pietro flames up as Viola rests on his shoulder. "If not you, then who did this to her? If I didn't coincidentally walk out from my room, where would you have bought her to?" He yells.Alessandro just stares at him without uttering a word. Immediately, Nicolo and doctor Valerez walks out but stop at the presence of Pietro holding Viola helplessly yelling at Alessandro. "Pietro Santoro," His voice was filled with hate.Pietro turns and looks at Nicolo in shock

"Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful." ~ Aesop-We stopped by a roadside shop that sells hats of different kinds. I took one and wear it on my wife's head, I brought out my phone and snap a quick picture with her. We decided to sit down on an umbrella stand that was beside the Hat shop and ordered orange juice with lime toppings. My phone Vibrated.I reach out for my phone in my pocket. "Hello, Padre. what happened? Did something occur in the company? I'll be back tomorrow."Don't worry about the company, Figlio. Lorenzo will be back tonight, he will take care of it. You and Gisella should enjoy yourselves for at least five more days, don't bother to come back," I was speechless as my eyes came in contact with Gisella's hazel eyes that were filled with concern. "Padre, Gisella has to go to work tomorrow,"he yells on the phone, making me shift away from the phone. "What work? work is not that important as compared to your honeymoon." he his

Being right too soon is socially unacceptable. -Robert A. Heinlein GISELLA"Signor Moretti?" I called Viola's father, Luigi Moretti, who was about to climb the stairs. The sparkles escaping his eyes were indescribable.With a grinning smile. "Gisella, my dear, you're here," He walks up to me and hugs me."Gisella Caruso, you have the gots to come to this house?" Viola shouts from upstairs. Her mama held her arm as they both walked down. "If it weren't for you, Pietro wouldn't have broken up with me. It's all your fault," she added with anger from her voice spreading in her mother's eyes.Immediately, Viola's mama tugs my arm angrily. "I knew you were up to no good after all we've done for you," She says. "I even invited you for dinner without knowing that you're the reason why our daughter has been locked up in her room crying,""And how is that her fault? She's happily married, for chrissake," Signor Luigi sides me. I raised a confused eyebrow at Viola. "What is going on?" Signor qu

GISELLAThe drive to Vecchio Maestro Guiseppe Mansion was a bit tiring. "Honey, why are we here instead of your stepmother's house?" I asked confusedly.He smiles lightly at me. "My dear, Papa told me he's back this morning, and Signora Ludovia and Lorenzo are there. So, I'll see my Papa in the first building. The house help and Zeta will follow you to meet them in the second building," he points at a gray building closer to the first building. I sighed as he exited the car, and then Alessandro drove further. Zeta opened the gate and gestured for me to go in. "You're here, Mia Signora. Signora Ludovia is here," the house help says with a bright smile.Immediately I entered the sitting room, my eyes landed on angry faces. Is this the Signora Ludovia and Lorenzo? Lorenzo looks way different from Nicolo and Diego; he is smaller in stature and a bit older than them, but Nicolo is the most senior, and the way Signora Ludovia is looking at me right now, it's like she wants to rip me apart

Gisella's POVI sat on my chair and glanced through the note on my desk. "Why is she doing this? What have I done to her? " I look at Leonora, who was in a rage at what was written on the note. She groans at me. "Gisella, Why do I think that she is provoking you? "To ease the tension in our presence, I fake a smile at her. "Nora, you overthink. It's just a letter," I smile reluctantly. "I need to go to the washroom,"She sighs with a breath of relief. "Okay, but just to let you know that you look pale and a bit fat lately," These words got me in shock as I looked at her. My pregnancy plumpness is not that visible yet because of the kind of dress I put on. My pregnancy is twenty-one weeks old, six months in particular, and I am already pale. What to do now? I gave her an assured smile. "I'm okay. I'll be out in a minute," I walk into the washroom, leaving her muted. With a slight splash, the tap was running, and I started washing my hands. I felt a little footstep behind me. With