Luna stood at the door of Marco's workplace. From where she stood, she could see him through the glass doors of the gallery, putting away boxes one by one, his expression clear with unhappiness streamlined with bitterness. The gallery was completely empty by this time; it was past 10 and the gallery had closed since 8.00 p.m which was the reason she'd chosen to come by this time. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the glass door and walked in.“Marco?”Marco stopped abruptly, his back to the familiar voice, recognizing it immediately. As if shaking off from a trance, he continued piling the boxes and unboxing the new artefacts they'd gotten.“Marco please…”He ignored her.“Marco please. Please hear me out. Please look at me”“Please leave, Luna. It's disrespectful enough for you to jam my call logs incessantly and now you bring your face to my workplace? That's some shitty guts if you ask me”“Marco please. Just hear me out. It's not what you think”“It's not what I think?!” Marco shot
Luna put on her light green jacket gown. The weather was chilly outside and she didn't want to catch a cold. She ran the transparent lip gloss across her lips, giving it a satisfactory even rub before taking her seat to fix her hair.She brushed her hair and made it into a bun atop her head, curling two strands to stay in front. Just then, her mother knocked on the door.Luna paused.“Who's there?”“Open the door, Luna. It's your mother.”“Oh oh”, Luna said in a tone that suggested that her mother's presence meant trouble.Luna got up and opened the door slightly.“Yes mother”“Can I come in?”“Urr…is there something you want to tell me?”, she said smiling and still standing at the door.“Open the door, silly and let me in. What do you think you are doing?”Isabella pushed herself through. She looked at Luna who was fully dressed with low block heels on.“Where are you off to, young lady?”“Nowhere”“Nowhere? But you are dressed up”Luna remained quiet, avoiding eye contact with her
Just as they were getting to the fair again, Luna sighted Benny there.“Isn't that your bodyguard friend?”“Driver and bodyguard. The rest is history.”“Oh”“C'mon”, Luna said, still pulling his hand. Benny saw them both first and headed towards them.“Where did you go, Luna? I looked all over for you”“I'm fine, Benny. I didn't get missing like a little child. You can go back to the car now.”She walked past him. “Marco, where's your spot?”“Right here”“Oh”. She stopped pulling him and left him to arrange his spot in the art fair. Benny nonetheless stood near, determined to keep an eye on her.“Woah, I love this one”, Luna said, feeling the artwork with her hands.“That's oil paint”“Hmm…interesting. How much is it?”“Just €75000”“Not bad”Marco laughed. “Of course. For a princess like you, all you need to do is drop your earrings. They are more than worth it”“Oh please”, Luna took her seat on a nearby stool.“Any special paintings for me?”“Well… not exactly and definitely not he
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you…”.Isabella shifted the curtains so that light could enter into her daughter's room and perhaps wake her up.The maids held the cake and the various gifts in their hand. Luna rubbed her eyes, streams of sunlight landing slowly on her bed and piercing her eyes, cruely disturbing her sleep. She tossed and turned, trying to block the light that seemed to come from all directions.“Wake up, sleepy head”, Isabella said, tracing lines on her daughter's cheeks with her fingers. Luna rolled away, the touch filling quite ticklish.“Wake up, you sleeping beauty”“What is it, ma?”, Luna said, slightly opening her eyes.“Buon compleanno!”, the maids chanted.“Awwn, mum. You remembered”“Of course I remembered. Didn't I give birth to you?” Her mother said, chuckling.“Well, yeah but, you know we don't really celebrate birthdays at home here”Isabella smiled warmly. The only reason she was doing thi
“We'll have the braised chicken, sour cream and salted crabs.”As the waiter scribbled down their order, Emilio's confident choice of braised chicken, sour cream, and salted crabs raised Luna's eyebrows in a mixture of curiosity and mild skepticism."Sour cream? Salted crabs?" Luna questioned, her tone laced with a playful incredulity. Emilio responded with a mischievous wink, accompanied by a reassuring, "Trust me. It'll be nice." Luna shrugged. “Okay”The ambiance of the restaurant, with its soft lighting and gentle murmur of conversations, set the stage for a culinary adventure. Their anticipation grew as the minutes passed, weaving an air of excitement around their table.Soon, the waiter returned, skillfully balancing a tray laden with the promised delights. The aroma of braised chicken wafted through the air, enticing their senses. Luna, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, eagerly dug into the dish, savoring the rich flavors that emanated from the tender chicken.Her fo
Luna got back to the Garden but didn't find Marco. She pulled out her phone from her purse and sent him a text.“Are you at work?”“Yes, why?”“I'll be there in a jiffy”She got back to where the car was parked.“Where to?”“The gallery”They soon reached the gallery in thirty minutes.“Hey babe. What are you doing?”, Luna said, hopping playfully towards him.Marco continued to stack the cartons together.“Hellooo…”“What? What do you want?”“Cold”, Luna said, taken a little aback. “Look, if it's about today, I'm sorry. I really am.”“I don't want your apologies. Where could have possibly been so important that you ditched the dinner I had planned for you?”“I had something really important to tell Emilio. He was…”“Emilio Rodriguez?!”“Yess… whyy?”“The same guy that you almost married?”“Yes. It was a life or death affair really. He texted me he was leaving today and…”“So he's the one who called you, huh? Is he disturbing you because…”“Hey, hey , hey. No, ok? Don't start having se
“Emilio!”Vincenzo exclaimed as Asher walked into the living room. He hugged his son, his expression changing from quite disturbed to relieved.“Where have you been? Andrea told me you left for America. Is it true?”“Umm… yes Father”“You were leaving? But you didn't even inform anyone. Andrea just felt you left cause he claims to have seen you with all your bags and stuff”“Yes, I was… going to travel today but I cancelled my flight.”“You should have informed me, Emilio. Things aren't done that way. I was getting a little worried about not seeing you.”“I'm really sorry, Father. I apologise. I didn't want you to make me stay an extra week. I was afraid you'd make me stay.”“Of course I'd make you stay. This is the only time I could get you to come to Italy. I want you to spend more time with your family, Emilio. (Italian ought to be here). Now you are going to have to stay the extra days or even weeks”“But Father…”“That is final, Emilio. The company isn't running away. So far, spea
“What about your coffee, Emilio?”The maid stood with the cup on the saucer. Emilio took it from her hand.“Of course ma'm. I'll just take this up to my room.”, He added some biscotti to the saucer. “With these too. Thank you ma'am. The breakfast was splendid”Emilio went up the stairs with the saucer in hand and Maria felt defeated immediately. She knew he wouldn't take it. Her mood changed instantly. She rose, dropping her napkin horridly on the table.“Anything the matter, Maria?”“Of course not. I simply lost appetite”. She shifted her chair back and left the dining table, marching up the stairs.In his room, Asher poured the liquid in the sink. He'd asked Garfy to take a sample and test it and just as he suspected - Maria had put something inside. There had been millk obviously but not the kind he was lethally allergic though still intolerant. Apart from the milk, the machine had detected traces of grinded sesame seeds- another substance he was deathly allergic to. He placed the