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.”

she wanted to believe it like hell itself,

a worried look, shooting a glance at her sister, her sister took Clark with her, to give

she had apologized several times to the redhead, for the punch she hit

just want to tell you something. After that, we’re going to your

married. It’s not a matter of if I choose to or not,” she didn’t understand where

that stubborn, arrogant blond.

She hated being so transparent and that anyone could notice it in her

tell she was in

With the wrong man.

him as I know I will never love another man,” she stated without hesitation, “I love him, and I can never

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,

told her shaking her shoulders at her. “I can’t be late,” she ended

stepped into the limo in agony, the dress was enough fabric to make ten more dresses. It was an exaggeration, but 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 lots

neck and covered part of her long sleeves. It had beautiful floral embroidery on the sleeves and on the 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 to her feet, skimming the ground wherever she walked. Timothy had given her a

penthouse, Melody touched herself more than twenty

woman he loved, to one who would keep

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

finally meet you, Melody,” the

pleasure is mine, thank you for inviting me to your

was that she

tried not to

see the whole house?” offered Timothy as they went inside and left the coats with the young housekeeper. “I wouldn’t

have tea, then dinner with your father,”

wish, mother,” he

him smile

she didn’t

her son’s, and she dressed impeccably and sophisticated. She noticed all the differences, in matters

me how you met,” said Carlota,

Timothy and her. Making love had been like going up to paradise, touching the clouds, and coming down all at once,

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

Doyle, your friend’s dad?” said

“The very same.”

doing working

woman had the same power as her son, and managed to get the semi-complete information out of her, just by staring

and folded her hands

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

woman in an apron came in with a tray and placed

though their bodies didn’t brush, she noticed every movement, every blink. She knew with closed eyes that he

you, you may go. Tell my husband that his son and his fiancée have arrived. And please go set the table, we’ll have dinner as soon

was a professional bossy, Melody said to herself,

almost waited for her to curtsy or some kind of sign that she was in a palace or something like

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

a sip of the tea that was poured

on that, yes,” Melody replied, squirming in

parents coming?” repeated Carlota to

day. She didn’t know how to initiate

will come,” succinct but simple, she answered after a few seconds of hesitation. “Excuse me, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about my

Sorry Melody, I didn’t mean to touch a

“You did,” she replied.

his hands in his pockets. “I think we’d better

sick?”

she replied quizzically, she

choked sound Carlota Giannatto made when he heard her, proved that he

not knowing if Timothy’s mother would

to

calm,” Devina told her as she got into the limo and listened to what

times have you seen her?” she asked as Clark got into the limo, once

an important day. It pained her to have two virtual strangers by her side, and not her sister

Once at my wedding and the other a few weeks