ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶- 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔬 𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠

Chapter 2

You can instantly recognize Italy by its amazing nature, distinctive culture and hot weather. Mrs. Astor wasn't a fan of the weather and that killed her enthusiasm for the other two. 

"I'm really hoping this mansard wouldn't be too small for you, dear!" she expressed to her daughter, referring to the 3 bedroom 3 bathrooms top floor flat they had rented for her.

"Mother, this is more than I'll need! I don't plan on staying too much in home anyway." Cecilia replied, giving her mom a tight hug.

"I like that!" Lord Astor replied loudly." Opportunities will never find you if you stay in." He then went on to make a long speech to his daughter about how proud he is of her. By the end of it Mrs. Astor had drank 4 glasses of wine to drown her stress and impatience to finally be alone with her husband. 

On the other hand, Cecilia was just as impatient to be alone finally but without drinking. After spending her whole life being obedient and well-behaved, she could smell freedom right next to her. Even if it was going to be just for 2 months, she was in too deep on the idea of getting her freak on. Not too much, of course. At least that was the initial plan. 

"Well sweetheart, as much as I know it pains you, your mother and I must be going." the lord said to Cecilia, giving her a small pat on the shoulder. " My love, it's time for us to go!" He broke his wife from her drunken daze. While they were going to the door, she started telling him about all the things she had planned for them. "This is an amazing way to take the initiative, but first we're stopping by the country club, so I can see some old friends." Mrs. Astor's face turned disappointed immediately, and she even forgot to tell her daughter goodbye. She just stormed out and started going down the stairs quickly. The Lord shook Cecilia's hand and followed his wife.

The time in which they left was 13:00. Cecilia's adrenaline was so high she started jumping up and down excitedly and played Italian music on her phone. 

"I have the whole summer for me!" she was saying as the realization was finally hitting hard. "I HAVE THE WHOLE SUMMER FOR ME!"

What she did next was to throw her expensive Chanel everyday dress to the side and put something really casual. In this case, jean shorts and a tank top finished with a big round hat and sunglasses to protect her from the hot Italian sun. Step number 1 for her was to make friends. 

Leaving the mansard at 14:00 and heading to the centre she was thinking of ways to randomly meet someone new.  Three hours later she was sitting outside a small Italian coffee shop eating ice cream and thinking to herself I couldn't look more like a tourist if I tried. Not socializing much her whole life was about to ruin her plans. But not if fate had anything to do with it.

"Hey, how's it going?" asked her brother through the phone. 

"Awful. I tried talking to about 20 people so far." 

"Were they rude? Why do I find it hard to believe? People there are generally really nice."

"It wasn't that they were rude. The problem was that I didn't have the guts to actually come up to anyone."

"It's only been a couple of hours. Give yourself time. Go to a club tonight. It's Friday night."

"Go to a club alone?!" she asked in disbelief 

"Yes, be a little mysterious and people would come up to you on their own."

"I'll see what I can do, but I don't promise anything."

"You won't regret it. Just don't leave your drinks to strangers! I've to go now!" She started to say that she misses him, but Montgomery had already hung up.

Poor little miss Astor. Alone in Rome, looking for a friend. After all, misery loves company. It had got around 19:00, and she was walking beside a pub. On the door was hanged a poster saying that in 3 hours a band whose name she couldn't pronounce was going to preform. Måneskin.

Of course, she had nothing better to do. So she walked in and sat at an empty corner. Although at the time all of them were empty. Everyone was preparing for the show. Only the usuals were sitting at the bar talking with the barman. Cecilia ordered herself a Margarita wanting to occupy herself for a while and just started to watch the staff go. The Margaritas came and went one after the other and in 2 hours the pub had already filled up with a lot of people around her age. 

The concert began with a 20-minute delay. On the stage came 3 boys and a girl. Cecilia could have sworn that she felt weird the minute she saw them. It was an unusual feeling for her. She had never felt like that. She had crushes, but the right way to put her feelings at the time was a sexual awakening. Now that she was drunk after all the Margaritas, she wasn't thinking straight.

The lead singer of the group started saying stuff in Italian, and then they all began to play. The concert lasted 2 hours. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of inappropriate gestures and touching. But Cecilia didn't mind it. At the end she was so mesmerized by everything that she couldn't move from her seat. After a while almost everybody had left, but of course not before taking pictures with the band first. But Cecilia was too excited from the whole experience. You can say that the day had overwhelmed her.  

When she finally stood up or at least tried to, her legs immediately betrayed her. Her brain wasn't working properly and neither was her body.  The staff had seen stuff like this too often to pay it any mind. If she didn't leave, they were just going to call the police on her. But then just as in fairytales a knight in shining armour emerged. Right as he was walking out of backstage, the lead singer of the band saw her lying on the floor.

First he said something in Italian she didn't understand, and then the staff explained to him that she was foreign. 

"Alright then. Let's get you up." He grabbed her bridal style and put her on the chair. Then he gave her his bottle of water. As she was drinking it, he asked the staff for a wet towel, and he cleaned her sweaty face with it. "Are you feeling okay?"

In Cecilia's mind, she was responding to his question. But in reality everything that was heard, were mumbles. 

"I can't count all the cocktails she's had." Her waiter mentioned.

"Was she here with someone?" The singer asked.

"I didn't see anyone."

Suddenly the other 3 members of the group came to view.

"Damiano come on. We were wondering where you were." the girl started to talk but was surprised at the sight in front of her. Damiano was kneeled in front of this obviously intoxicated girl and was wiping off her sweat. "Is everything alright here?"

"She was lying on the floor when I came." He explained. The guitarist was examining her face while the drummer seemed to be in deep thoughts.  "We can't just leave her, right?" 

They all started looking at each other. 

"Do we know where she lives?" The girl asked.

"No." Damiano answered. "She can stay with me for the night and tomorrow I'll bring her to her place!" He offered.

"As if!" The girl reacted. "I can already smell the lawsuit. She's staying with me. And we'll talk to her tomorrow. 

A/N:Hello! I've been missing for a while. I'm really sorry. Finals are killing me. Plus, I also had a long time to think of a good chapter, so I really hope you liked this one. I'll try to write the next one quickly.

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