The Italian's proposal

Chapter Twenty-three

Melody

A month later, Melody was walking straight to the limousine, driven by Clark, who, seeing her in the wedding dress, smiled happily.

“May I tell you something?” he said as he opened the door.

Devina and her sister, Chloe, followed behind picking up the tulle of the dress and veil. She felt like she was in a fairy tale, even though the reality of her heart was another, totally different.

She was madly in love with Timothy.

And the worst part was that he didn’t realize it, and if he did realize it, well, he was a magnificent actor.

“Of course, Clark,” she smiled openly at him. The man had been so kind to her all this time, she felt them as close as family.

“I don’t want to sound rude,” he said and had the delicacy to blush, which caused Melody an interesting thrill.

“Don’t make me cry. It’s no big deal.”

“You look beautiful. I think you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. I know Mr. Giannato must have told you this quite a few times, but I’m glad I went to Doyle’s coffee shop that day and met you.”

Melody felt her eyes water and listened as Devina approached.

“Don’t you dare start crying!” she shrieked swinging her hands around.

“I’m not going to cry,” she whined pouting.

“You’ve got a sea in those eyes, Melody! The make-up artist will kill you if we have to come back because you ruined your make-up!”

“I’m not going to cry.”

“You will. And you know it. You’ll cry because you’re going to marry the man you love.”

Melody watched her for a few seconds. She was right. She was going to marry Timothy, their marriage was a sham, an arrangement, something only a handful of people knew about.

He told her a few weeks ago, her life would change drastically, her way of looking at situations would be different. She was going to be his wife on paper, in front of the world and the press, his family and his friends. But he promised not to touch her again, respecting her heart and her fear of feeling anything else for him.

But what he didn’t realize was that she was already in love with him. With his gestures, his sweet way of treating her and taking care of her, how he forced her to eat, hiring a chef to make everything she asked for and even more.

He spent a fortune on bridal gowns, make-up, clothes, and shoes. Devina was her advisor on everything, as Melody was clueless on how to dress properly, how a Giannatto should be.

A perfect wife for him, at least for the time of their engagement.

She did not want him in her life by the time her child was born.

They came to an agreement that was simple for him and flattering for her. A house away from the city, a plot of land where she could grow vegetables and where she could have enough space for her veterinary clinic.

He promised to deliver on that.

Then she would have peace of mind, making sure she has a roof over her son’s head and a way of life.

She returned to college, virtually, a week after moving back in with Timothy. It was his idea, and she would be eternally grateful for the push and support, because in a year she would be able to graduate and get her degree to practice.

“I want to make you happy. I told you that before,” he said, hugging her when he shows her the houses he looked for her. “I don’t care if this is a sham, you are and always will be to me, a very beautiful casualty.”

“Don’t talk like I’m leaving tomorrow,” she has told him as she slipped out of his arms, somewhat annoyed at how her breasts reacted to his proximity.

“But you will leave. And I won’t get tired of telling you that you can count on me for whatever you need,” the response had come back to her with no doubt in his gaze.

Now she was on her way to her wedding, the only one she would ever have in her life, she was sure of that. With no one else would she feel as she did with the Italian.

Being with him, inside the apartment, seeing him every day, arriving with flowers, inviting her out to dinner, courting and letting herself be photographed with. She knew it was all part of the story, but all the same, she couldn’t help but make her heart beat with excitement.

She couldn’t help but think that maybe, maybe, he might have feelings for her, too. Though she couldn’t sit around waiting for him to start inquiring about his feelings.

“Honey, we’re going to be late. A bride is not late for her own wedding,” Devina’s sister Chloe, who was also pregnant but already full term, smiled at her and held her hand. “Don’t let your nerves betray you, sweetheart.”

fine,” she wanted to believe it like hell itself, but she wasn’t sure

her sister, her sister took Clark with

me Devina,” in that month, she had apologized several times to the redhead, for the punch she

something. After that,

a matter of if I choose to or not,” she didn’t understand

“look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love that stubborn, arrogant blond. Tell me

closed her eyes trying not to let her emotions betray her. She hated being so transparent and that

tell she

With the wrong man.

man,” she

set your mind to,” she said hugging her. “But always think of that baby you carry there, he will always come first, and I know you have already

her. “I can’t be late,” she ended the conversation and Devina

to be. She was getting married and wanted to choose the dress she dreamed of as a girl:

back. It fitted her not-so-narrow waist perfectly, as in the last month, she started to gain a couple of extra pounds, and she was already four months pregnant. Although it wasn’t noticeable unless you stared at her or she sat down, her hips had started to widen anyway. The skirt of the dress came down

penthouse, Melody touched herself more than twenty times, afraid

marry again, to a woman he loved, to one who would keep his family

at her parents’ house. At first, she didn’t want to go, but Timothy insisted that it would

meet you, Melody,”

inviting me to

bad thing was that

make it through. She tried not to

and left the coats with the young housekeeper. “I wouldn’t

dinner with your father,” she spoke without thinking about the opinions of her guests. “After dinner you

wish, mother,”

see him smile and not

child facet she didn’t understand, it was like a perfect dream, in

blonde hair, her eyes were the same color as her son’s, and she dressed impeccably and sophisticated. She noticed all the differences, in matters of home, luxurious

Carlota, as Melody

still didn’t feel comfortable with the situation between Timothy and her. Making love had been like going up to paradise, touching the clouds,

Doyle’s coffee shop,” Timothy interjected, taking the floor, and looking at her for reassurance. Which she subtly thanked him for with

Doyle, your friend’s dad?”

“The very same.”

woman doing working in such small

the job,” although she didn’t want to go into details, the woman had the same power as her son, and managed to get the semi-complete information out of her, just by staring at her. “My friend recommended me for the position, and Doyle was kind enough to let me work with

for only a week?” surprised, Carlota leaned forward and folded her hands on her knees. “What happened what did

Timothy interjected again and this time, she felt a little uncomfortable, because of his mother’s questions. “Why don’t we

an apron came in with a tray and placed it

every movement, every blink. She knew with closed eyes

his son and his fiancée have arrived. And please

that woman was a professional bossy, Melody

stepped back, and Melody almost waited for her to curtsy or some kind of sign that she was in a

would be. No matter how fake her relationship with Timothy was, she would never belong to such

has told me you want a small wedding, nothing so extravagant,” she took a sip of the tea that was poured into a small clear cup. “I like weddings that are simple but classy.

on that, yes,” Melody

coming?”

didn’t know how to initiate a conversation with him, not after everything that happened

she answered after a few seconds of hesitation. “Excuse me, but I

don’t? Sorry Melody, I didn’t mean

“You did,” she replied.

ready yet?” Timothy got up and put his hands in his pockets. “I think we’d better eat now.

you sick?” asked

she replied quizzically, she

face and the choked sound Carlota Giannatto made when he heard her, proved that he didn’t

the limo, not knowing if Timothy’s mother

parents to remain in silence all night.

stay calm,” Devina told her as she got into the limo and listened to what was torturing her. “Carlota is

seen her?” she asked as Clark

though, on such an important day. It pained her to have two virtual strangers by her

wedding and the other a