Todos los capítulos de Flavours of love: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Camiella's POV"Rise and shine, Ms. Rodriguez." I let out a loud groan, pulling the covers over my head in annoyance as Stefano yanked the curtains wide open, letting all the sunlight in this goddamn world pour into the room and blind me. With my eyes closed, that is. "It's moving day," he announced, "and we have a lunch meeting with the wedding planner." "I don't want to move," I whined, "or a wedding planner. Or a wedding at all." "It's a bit too late for that now, Fiesty. I already called the movers and packers to your apartment, but naturally, you need to be there. You have an hour." I peeked above the covers as I heard his footsteps retreating. "Where are you going?" I questioned. He stopped at the door and leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and ankles crossed. "I'll drop you off on my way to a meeting and pick you up on my way back." "A meeting with who?" "Curious, aren't we? Unfortunately, that's for me to know. Get ready." He left without another word, closing t

Stefano's POVThe few days leading up to the weekend were a constant back and forth between Camiella's apartment, the wedding planner's office, and even Camiella's galleries since the woman refused to take any more days off. It didn't seem to matter to her that working the entire day plus packing up her apartment was exhausting and wearing her out. Luckily, she thought ahead and skipped both work and packing up the apartment to pack for the trip instead a few days in advance. Mason's wedding happened to be at the perfect time. It was buying us the extra time we needed to prepare for our wedding and to set our story straight, and it gave our wedding planner a sufficient deadline as well. The only problem? Camiella constantly seemed to butt heads with that goddamn wedding planner. They couldn't agree on anything, whether it be flowers or colors or food. I was in no place to tell Camiella to compromise, especially after being the one to tell her that she should incorporate things she w

Camiella's POV"I don't understand what your problem is. We can easily get two separate rooms," I mumbled as Stefano sat beside me on the couch in the hotel lobby, filling out some forms and paperwork. "I told you once, do you really need me to spell it out?" he asked without even sparing me a glance. I glared at him silently, sitting with my arms folded. Once he signed the page, he turned to me, leaning back into the cushion. "We're not the only wedding guests staying at this hotel." "Then we should have booked a different hotel," I ground out. "That wouldn't be practical, Ms. Rodriguez," he said, frustration swirling in his eyes. "Why don't you just say that you don't want to foot the bill?" My eyes narrowed on him as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees while I continued to face him. He mirrored me, leaning forward on his knees. "I don't want to foot the bill," he said slowly. Stefano was adamant about it. "What is your problem? I knew you were stingy but really? I

Stefano's POV"They look really happy together," Camiella whispered as Mason and Brad took the dance floor for their first dance at the reception. "They are," she added with a tiny chuckle. I felt her gaze on me as we stood near the bar, watching the bride and groom with the rest of the crowd. "Don't you ever smile, Mr. Castro? It's the happiest day of your best friend's life," she sighed, nudging my arm with hers. "I'm sure it is," I agreed, glancing at her. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile. It's concerning." "What's concerning?" We both looked over as Bill and Nia made their way over. It turned out that Camiella knew Nia through Shirley, but save for her and Mason, Camiella hardly knew anybody here. Once I introduced her to Bill and Brad, Camiella being who she was, hit it off with everybody. "The fact that I hardly get to see him smile," Camiella said, slipping her arm into mine. "That's hardly concerning, it's just normal," Bill replied. "You know, that doesn't surpr

Camiella's POVHumming mostly to myself, I continued unpacking my closet in the guest room of Stefano's penthouse, utilizing my day off as much as I could. After landing back in New York last night, with the time we reached, I knew I wouldn't be able to go to work, so naturally, I planned to use my day to unpack instead. I hadn't seen Stefano since last night once we reached the apartment. By the time I woke up this morning, he was out of the house with a note left on the refrigerator for me, letting me know that he had gone for a meeting and to make my own breakfast for once. That prick. Having the apartment to myself was nice for once. My priority was to sneak into Stefano's study and snoop around, hoping to find something in any damn file about me. I wanted to know how much information he had gathered so far. But the asshole locked the room behind him. Sighing as I came back to my semi-unpacked closet, I stared at the stocked shelf as I sat on the carpeted floor, legs crossed