Cleo Miranda Adams is a part-time clerk at a small antique shop and an aspiring guitarist. Music has been part of her life since birth. After a tough loss, she focuses on building a name for herself and doing what she loves.
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I ring the doorbell to the mansion. The last time I was here, things weren't all that jolly. I try not to let the memories hinder me from my plan or ruin my mood. I dust my outfit for good measure. Today is the day. I'm going to tell Christopher Moretti that I love him. I fix my guitar on my shoulder and check my clothes. It's the end of October, and the weather is not playing games.
A few minutes later, a small woman opens the door. "Buongiorno signora. Mi chiamo Ana. Please come in." Her smile is warm and it reminds me of a hot vanilla latte.
"Hello, I'm Cleo," I greet her with a smile as I walk in.
"Oh, I know. Christopher can't stop talking about you," she beams. She takes my bags and coat as if her words didn't just make my heart flutter.
I quickly turn my head when I hear frantic footsteps in the distance. I look up and see my man running down the stairs barefoot like a child on Christmas morning. He looks comfy in a grey jersey and basketball shorts. When he reaches me, he takes me in his arms and spins me around, causing me to squeal.
"My baby is here!" he shouts as he continues to spin me around.
"Chris! I'm getting dizzy!" my laugh is uncontrollable at this point. He slows down and places me back on the floor. My body wobbles to the side, but he keeps me in place. When my vision finally straightens, Chris looks at me with a smile so bright, that I don't doubt it can power the whole of Italy.
It's only then I realize that we aren't alone. I turn my gaze to Ana, who looks like a proud mother. She smiles at us and claps her hands. "Okay. I'm off. Christopher, I will see you tomorrow," she looks at me. "Cleo darling, it was a pleasure to meet you." She kisses my cheeks and leaves.
I turn to Chris. The look on his face is one I've never seen before. His eyes glow, and his cheeks look like they hurt. His smile is huge. "What?"
"Come with me," he doesn't give me a chance to answer as he gently but swiftly pulls me towards the kitchen. He sits me on one of the chairs by the marble island. "Wait here, baby," he says before kissing my cheek and then disappearing.
I take the time to admire his kitchen. The walls and ceilings are a mixture of grey, silver, and black. The fridge is titanium grey, along with the sink. The stove is built into the wall adjacent to the refrigerator. His pantry was hidden by elegant, translucent doors. What I loved most were the nude marble tiles. They had little streaks of gold in between. From the floors to the ceiling, his kitchen was nothing short of beautiful.
"Principessa," Chris' deep voice startles me. I turned around and saw him with a small velvet box in his hand. He strolls towards me, and I suddenly begin to get nervous. "This is for you," he hands me the box.
I look at him curiously, before opening the box. My heart melted at the sight of its contents. Inside was a metallic guitar pick that says 'I plucking love you.' Oh God.
