Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

"But Sarah's really stunning now." "Yeah, lots of people in our circle want to pursue her." "Remember last month's charity gala?" "Of course, she wore that royal blue evening gown and danced the opening dance." "The way her skirt twirled when she spun was mesmerizing..." Henry certainly remembered. That night Sarah was extremely happy. She kept talking to him non-stop, showing off her new dance steps. Charlotte suddenly pushed the door open. "Henry."

"When Adriana isn't busy anymore, I'm going to bring Milo and Maeve New Year's gifts." Francesco handed her a piece of chocolate and casually asked, "Bianca, do Milo and Maeve have blue eyes?" The moment she heard that, Bianca shoved the half-unwrapped chocolate back into his hand. "Don't ask me anything about the babies anymore, or I'll get mad!" She never forgot Adriana's instructions. Under no circumstances would she reveal a single detail to Francesco. Patiently, Francesco continued trying to coax information out of her. "Bianca, if the babies have blue eyes, they'll have a chance to live with us."

He just kept watching Elian like he was trying to read every unspoken thought behind those furious brown eyes. Their moment was soon interrupted when a young waitress approached their table with a fresh bottle of wine. She smiled brightly at them, but a little too warmly, pointedly at Dex. “Mr. Russo,” she purred, leaning slightly over the table to refill his glass, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. “Is everything to your satisfaction?” Her eyes lingered on his face, even though Dex's eyee was dead set on Elian who was now glaring at the table as if he wanted to burn a hole through it. “If there’s anything else you need, I’m right here. Just say the word.”

When our eyes met, my shocked ones against his dark, destructive ones, the hatred was bold, too bold to ignore. “Miss Elara?” Francesca's odd tone pulled me back to myself. “What flavor would you like?” Vanilla. Lavender. Avocado. The mansion had a stock of it, probably because Sofia always made orders for different flavors. Today, I wanted to try on the lavender and mixed fruits, but it'd be for nothing since there was no Marco. “Anything.” I replied with zero interest. She reached for a tin and dipped her hand in the thick liquid to scoop. The soothing sound blurred the terrible silence.

Tina spat in English, “that you have no fashion sense and are a pain in the ass.” Francesca gasped, her creamy skin flushing. — All I said was that I didn't want to wear white. Tina made a noise and gestured to me as if to say, see? “There are some ivory dresses,” I pointed out. —Maybe you can try that. — No. I want to wear black. Or red. — She clenched her chin stubbornly. Here was the spoiled mafia princess, the piccola monella. Her father had clearly allowed her a lot of freedom.

Her tone was sarcastic and my tears fell Adrian noticed I was crying and told Blue Adrian : Blue, she's crying Blue : I don't care. I know this is Princess Gladys, she's just coming back to finally ruin us. And she has brainwashed my mother. I'm not falling for her tricks She took her purse Ma'am Nina : listen to me Blue, listen to what we have to say Blue : no, I'm leaving She turned and stormed towards the door Prince Adrian : Blue wait Ma'am Nina : Blue stop Me: Blu...ue it's me, Rainbow

I was irritated on the inside. "Wait! Just a second!" Blaze said, he returned to the clothes rack that the waiter had brought. This time he brought a mini dress with Sabrina's peach sleeves, it had small waist with a flare-shaped bottom, widened below. "Here! You try this!" Blaze ordered, gave the mini dress to me. I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. "Why does it have to be this color again? You've already given me sky blue, now you're giving it almost the same girly color!" I protested that I was fed up with the colors sky blue, peach and other girly colors.

“Uh, yes. Before we switch to happy stories, I will just say that these scars are living proof that even if Blue has powerful enemies, I was safe sticking with her." Frank wanted to know more, but he realized that it was time to change the subject. He could ask Coralis another time. “Now, tell me," said Frank, looking at Sebastian, "what about Syllyan Swanton’s son?” “Hmm, then I need to tell you about Princess Veronica,” said Sebastian, sipping his beer while holding his laughter in. Their entire table laughed. “Are you talking about the rumour between Blue and Princess Veronica?” said Lydia. “I wasn’t, but can’t tell Frank about the Swantons without mentioning it.”

Marco Francesco escorted a woman across the marble steps toward me. She was wearing a lush red dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her heels clicked with confidence, hips swaying like she knew what I wanted. Long dark hair, porcelain skin, light blue eyes—not as intense as hers, but the resemblance was enough to twist something in my gut. Francesco stopped in front of me, a scowl on his face. “She looks like her,” he muttered.

I pray you have the best engagement, I'll be at the venue soon, I can't wait to see how pretty you looked" Bianca was shocked, her eyes widened in panic as she quickly switched off her phone and breathed heavily while looking at herself. Frank is coming to her wedding, She can't feel more afraid. "So let's start with your hair until the make-up artist comes around" Celine who came in at this time interrupted her thoughts and fears. Bianca forced a smile so Celine won't notice the fear in her face. "What aroma did you put on the bath?" Celine chuckled as she walked to the drawer and brought the glass jar with a bluish liquid. "All thanks to your dear sister, Tanya brought this to use in your