All Chapters of Flavours of love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Camiella's POVI stayed seated in my seat while the voices of our guests swarmed around, echoing outside. Shirley and Mom just left moments ago to take their seats and my Dad was still here, waiting for the perfect moment to walk me down the aisle. The perfect moment meant a confirmation from security that it was safe to proceed. "Is this really necessary?" I questioned, lifting my hand to touch my hair but stopping when I remembered how many swats Shirley gave me for messing up the veil repeatedly. I pulled my hand down. "Of course, it's necessary," Dad said, glancing at me. After confirmation from the last security guard we had stationed, we were ready to go. Linking my arm with my father's, we headed outside and around the flowerbeds, up the small staircase that stopped behind the double oak wood doors that led to the garden, and walking past all the guards. "You seem much calmer now than you did this morning," he mused, patting my hand. "I had a drink," I shrugged, shooting him

We both looked up as a couple came in sight, one I didn't recognize. Camiella and I stood up as I held her hand, keeping her balance in check. "Oh, I haven't seen you in so long," the woman sang, giving her a hug. Camiella blinked and I could read the unfamiliarity and confusion in her eyes. She had no idea who this woman was. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't..." she trailed off, "I really can't recognize you, maybe it's the champagne." She chuckled in embarrassment, pulling me closer. "Must be," the woman smiled. "Stefano, right?" she asked me. "Right. Who might you be?" I questioned, shaking the lady's hand. "I'm a friend of Ashley's," she answered. "And you?" My eyes cut to her husband's. "Richie," he said, shaking my hand. "Richie...?" I pressed further. "Richie Donovan," he said with a tight-lipped smile. I drew my hand back, taking in a small breath. "Are you Romanian?" "Indeed, I am," he nodded. "Honey, we should go," his wife said, patting his arm. "We just came to say good

"That's not fair, I told you!" "Get yourself changed and try not to fall," he said before standing up. "Hey!" I grabbed his sleeve, tugging him down with all my strength. "You have to tell me. You can lie to me, just a little bit," I bargained with a shrug. "I can?" He lifted a brow and when I nodded, he paused in thought. "I hate you," he shrugged, "I just do." I pouted, "That's no reason to hate someone." "Sure it is," he mused. "Is that all, my darling? Can I leave?" I sighed, "If you must." Only when he reached the door did I realize I would need his help. "Oh, wait! Wait!" He let out a slow breath and threw his head back before turning around and walking back to me. "My dress," I said, stifling a yawn. "I need a little help." I reached the back, groaning as I failed to unhook the corset top. Stefano watched me struggle for a moment before his jaw ticked as he nodded. "Okay." Holding out my hands, I wiggled my fingers and he grabbed on, helping me to my feet. I swayed in

Camiella laughed softly before nudging my arm. "I like you like this. Is this husband Stefano Castro I'm seeing?" "No. I'm just waiting for your hangover to wear off so you won't start crying when I tell you what a real pain in the ass you were." "There was more?!" Oh... so much. "You've wasted my entire day," I said, coming back down to reality. As much fun as I had joking around and making Camiella laugh, it wasn't a luxury I could afford. It wasn't a part of the plan, in fact, it would ruin everything. Because I'll give just about anything to hear her laugh. After a long moment of silence, she pulled her legs up, crossed them under her, and turned to face me completely. "Are you not going to ask about the nightmare?" she mumbled, tracing circles over her knee, and avoiding my gaze. "No," I shook my head, "you don't seem like you want to have that conversation right now." "I don't remember it, Stefano." My eyes cut to hers and I felt my heart drop a little. "I haven't been

Hanging up, I stood up with my purse, deciding I had enough work for one day. Making my way to the door and outside to the elevator, I went back down to the first floor and found Nancy as she stood to the side, monitoring the auction as guests wandered around while some remained seated, solely listening to the auctioneer. "How is it going?" I whispered to her. "It's going great. We're halfway through," she told me with a grin that fell seconds later. "Shouldn't you be home?" "I'm on my way out," I told her, "just checking in." "I'll take care of it, don't worry," she reassured me. I gave her a nudge before heading to the exit, slowing down in my steps when I spotted a guest lingering in front of a painting. Instead of observing the painting or the auction, he was watching the crowd, his eyes furiously searching for someone until they landed on me. Attempting not to think anything of it, I headed towards the exit, each step hitting the ground faster than the last when paranoia to