"All is fair in love and war."
Not when you didn't choose your love. Not when everyone else is against you in war. Not when you're Amy Tràs.
19-year-old Amy Tràs has been through a lot. Amy's apparent, "love" has now been chosen by her family and sh...
We finally entered the Ice-skating rink, after what felt like forever. Dragging me there, Louis was on his phone the whole time.
"No! I'm getting married!"
"Honeymoon? No, we haven't put much thought into it. Yet."
"You know I hate surprises. Don't do it, Marcus."
"Good morning to you to, Jacob."
"Chil...dren..?"
The only time he stopped was to end and receive another call. It was like he had a whole line of callers. He put his phone on silent, as the employees gave us our skates.
I've skated before. I've won the 5-9 years old ice skating competition every year. I've won the 10-12 year old figure skating competition every year. I knew how to stand, glide, flip, swing and many more tricks. As for Louis, he seemed to have trouble just putting on his skates.
// Louis' POV //
Shit. I liked ice in my drinks, I enjoyed watching people ice skate. And fall. But I forgot to tell Amy amongst all the drama...and tension. That...well-
"I can't ice-skate!" I accidentally blurted out.
"Oh? That's perfectly fine! Why do you look so stressed about it?" Amy said. She had a cute smile on her face, and her eyes were twinkling with excitement. "I can gladly teach you! Please..!" She blinked her eyes and smiled, cheekily. I sighed, and nodded my head.
I'm getting too soft with her. But I'll make an exception, just this once, for the sake of my own pride. Not for her enjoyment.
The gate opened, and we stepped out. Well, she stepped out. I slid. My face was about to touch the cold ice when Amy tugged me by the hand. I stood upright, and noticed our hands touching. I immediately pulled away.
Big mistake.
Now I was falling.
Amy slid across the ice like a beautiful swan, holding me by the chest while she was gliding. Amy only stopped when she reached the wall. Panting for air, she gripped onto the bar for dear life. I did the same. She managed to get from the entrance to the wall on the other side of the rink, while dragging me, in less than a minute!
"Y-you compete in any competitions..?" I barely breathed out.
"I thought you would never ask! Next time we visit my house, I'll show you my trophies!" She giggled. I guess seeing the mafia prince almost falling on the ice, and rescuing him, was quite funny to her. I pulled a face.
"Alright, look. This is how you..."
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"Thank you, we'll be off here." I said to the driver.
The resort was beautiful. Almost as much as Amy.
We walked to the entrance, as the doormen opened the door.
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"You look excited." I said to Amy, whose eyes were twinkling with awe. She blinked and turned to face me.
"Yeah. I am..."
"Why? Don't mafias have luxury treatments like this everyday?"
"They do...mine does. But me specifically, no. Mother blocked off half the castle, but only for me. So while everyone, including her and my siblings, the maids and cooks, and everyone else could go everywhere, I was stuck with borders around the castle. And not to mention, the farthest I've been was here in England..."
"England?"
"Yeah...I was born there. You?"
"Italy."
"Where specifically?"
"Verona. And please, refrain from any Romeo comments."
"And here I was wondering where you got that accent from."
"And here I was wondering where you got your beauty from."
Amy blushed and looked away. I was still very reluctant. Is it love? Or lust? Either way, I want Amy. I pray she wants me. But...how will I admit it? To her, this must be some sort of political marriage, nothing else. To me, it is something. I'll figure out how to tell her when I want to.
But for now, it's time to enjoy our holiday.
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// Amy's POV //
After Ice-skating, we went up to the resort and talked. I told him I was born in London and raised there for a bit, until I moved further into the UK when I was 10. I found out he was born in Italy and moved to the UK quite recently, but pays occasional visits to Italy, for both fun and the occasional business trips or weddings. I also found out more about Jacob. I expected myself to be intrigued, but I found myself listening more to Louis' story than Jacob's. My feeling for Jacob faded the second I woke up today. Louis was more...loveable, despite his arrogant personality.
Now, here I am. Following him to his and Sofie's meet-up place.
"Lulu!" A girl cried out. She ran to Louis, throwing her arms around him. He didn't hesitate to hug her back.
"How's my favourite brother?!"
"Good." He smirked, knowing I finally admit they were siblings. Now that I think of it...
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One had a family of 5 in it, a mother, father, a little brother and an older sister, along with a boy that looked like Louis. He looks so young and angelic. Why'd he turn out as he is now? How'd he turn out as he is now? The younger brother was obviously Jacob, no one else I know is that pretty and kind. But who was she? She was clearly older, 5 or 6 years older than Louis, making her roughly Summer's age by now. Unlike her brothers, she had bright green eyes, and a brown hair that majority, seemed to be white. It was like her hair colour was slowly, but surely, fading away. I was going to ask Louis about it, but he was also looking at the photo, glumly. So I decided not to ask.
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"Meet Amy. She's my new fiancé."
"Ooh!" Sofie exclaimed. She did look familiar. The eyes were the same green, and was the right age. But her hair...it was fully white. She ran to me, and hugged me. She was really nice. But I had to ask.
