The Italian's proposal
Chapter 23
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.”
she wanted to believe it like hell
worried look, shooting a glance at her sister, her
in that month, she had apologized several times to the redhead,
something. After that, we’re going to your wedding, if you
going to get married. It’s not a matter of if I choose to or not,” she didn’t understand
love that stubborn, arrogant blond. Tell me you don’t love him, and I’ll leave you alone, I’ll
not to let her emotions betray her. She hated being so transparent and that anyone
tell she
With the wrong man.
man,” she stated without hesitation, “I love him,
anything you 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 come to an agreement that will benefit you, but, still, think carefully about
she told her shaking her shoulders at her. “I can’t be late,” she ended the conversation and Devina stepped aside
it was what she wanted. While it was a fake wedding, her dress didn’t have to be. She was getting married and wanted to choose the dress she dreamed of as a girl: one with a princess cut, fitted at the abdomen, and flaring out at the hips, with
was already four months pregnant. Although it wasn’t
walking down from the penthouse, Melody touched
all, she knew that Timothy would marry again, to a woman he loved, to one who would keep
was a lot like her. She invited them to a dinner party the day after the argument and the disaster at her parents’ house. At first, she didn’t want to go, but Timothy insisted that it would only last a few hours and she just wanted to meet the woman her son was going to marry. Melody hated lying, it was a trait she couldn’t and wouldn’t change in her personality.
to finally meet you, Melody,” the lady said upon seeing
for inviting me to your home,” the largest mansion she ever
bad thing was that she hadn’t been to
she didn’t make it through. She tried not to
you like to see the whole house?” offered Timothy as they went inside and left
as she took Melody by the hand and led her into the living room. “We’ll have tea, then dinner with your father,” she
wish, mother,”
surprised to see him smile and not
her. The perfect child facet she didn’t understand, it was like
dressed impeccably and sophisticated. She noticed all the differences, in
met,” said Carlota, as Melody
feel comfortable with the situation between Timothy and her. Making love had been like going up to
coffee shop,” Timothy interjected, taking the floor, and looking at her for reassurance. Which
Doyle, your friend’s dad?”
“The very same.”
doing working in such
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
for only a week?” surprised, Carlota leaned forward and folded her hands on her
met,” Timothy interjected again and this time, she felt a little uncomfortable, because
came in with a tray and placed it on the little glass-topped table in front
brush, she noticed every movement, every blink. She knew with closed
have arrived. And please
woman was a professional bossy, Melody said to
stepped back, and Melody almost waited for her to curtsy or some kind of sign that she was
with Timothy was, she would never belong to such a lifestyle. That’s something you
about your family Melody, are they coming to the wedding? Timothy has told me you want a small wedding, nothing so extravagant,” she took a sip
yes,” Melody replied,
your parents coming?” repeated Carlota
to initiate a conversation with him, not
few seconds of hesitation. “Excuse me, but I don’t feel comfortable talking
I didn’t
“You did,” she replied.
got up and put his hands in his pockets. “I think we’d better eat now. Melody must rest and go
you sick?” asked
she replied quizzically, she thought
Timothy’s face and the choked sound Carlota Giannatto made when he heard her, proved that he didn’t tell
in the limo, not knowing if Timothy’s mother
had caused Timothy’s parents to remain
she got into the limo and listened to what was
seen her?” she asked as Clark got into the limo, once
It pained her to have two virtual strangers by her side, and not her
wedding and
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