THE BRIDE - By Shaxee
Chapter 15
One important key to success is self-confidence. An important key to self-confidence is preparation. -Arthur Ashe
Marco Orsini’s POV
“Nonna wants to give this to you.” I dropped the paper bag on the mahogany table of the ice queen.
“Two things, Signore.” The pretty young widow said and frowned at the paper bag. “First, you can’t just barge into my office unannounced what if I am in the middle of an important meeting with my other clients. Secondly, what’s inside the bag?”
“Your secretary told me you were available.” I sat at the edge of her table crowding her space. “I believe she bought you a dress for your date on Friday.”
She shook her head. “I cannot accept that. Besides, let me point out to you, Signore. It’s not a date. It’s a tour in the city.”
I shrugged. “Whatever you say, Francesca.”
“Why are you so cold to me?” The pretty widow asked. “You should have helped me with your grandmother yesterday.”
“Why should I?” I tilted an eyebrow in her direction. I must admit I’m still smarting from her disappearing act last week. “She believed that a young woman like you should have a love life.”
She laughed wholeheartedly. Her laughter was like soft music to my ears. Genuine, unlike the laughter of other women I’ve met.
“That’s quite funny, Marco.” She said cheerfully. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. About your potential bride I have new lists.”
“Not now,” I cut her off easily. “I’m quite busy. I just dropped by to give Nonna’s gift to you. I only played the part of the delivery boy.”
“You sound bitter, Marco.”
I laughed at her and started to move closer when I came face to face with her.
I smiled privately when she shrank back in her leather chair. Good, let her be aware of my presence. “Why would I be bitter, love?”
She blushed furiously. Funny, sometimes she looks like a teenager not the formidable woman she made herself out to be.
“You are thinking ahead of yourself, Signore. I will just play the tour guide to this Matteo.”
“That’s good to hear, then.” I moved even closer to her until our lips were only inches apart. “Because one wrong move from that bastard…” I touched her silky hair. “If he touches even a single strand of hair on your pretty head I will make sure he never sees the sunrise again.”
“Marco…”
“Fair warning, won’t you say?” I gave her a peck on the lips as I stood and walked towards the door. “Goodbye for now, Francesca dearest.” I winked at the dumbstruck woman looking at me before I walked out of her office.
Alfonso Orsini’s POV
“What is this that I heard that you paired Francesca with the young Matteo Constanzo.” I asked my wife as soon as I reached the library.
“Good afternoon too, my dear.” Claudia greeted calmly, her eyes were still fixed on the fashion magazine she’d been reading. “How was your meeting?”
“Answer me, Claudia.” I moved towards her and glared in her direction. “I thought you liked the young lady to be Marco’s wife? What’s with this ridiculous notion you have?”
“Exactly.”
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