² dad's funeral

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[italian, english, korean]



⠀⠀⠀⠀VINCENZO CASSANO ANXIOUSLY stood outside of the family home with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, waiting for Imelda to arrive. Her flight landed exactly one hour ago. If his calculations were correct, she should be arriving in the limo shortly. When he found out that she was coming home, he was excited. He was happy to see how she had grown over the years. While he kept in contact with her, he never saw her in person. He took it upon himself to plan everything out to make sure she felt welcome.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ How was he going to greet her?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ What would be appropriate?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ How does one greet someone they haven't seen in over five years?

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey, Mel." He practiced but then shook his head. "That's stupid."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ He cleared his throat, holding out the flowers. "Mel! How are you?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀ He shook his head again. As he opened his mouth to practice another line, he heard something from down the street. He looked over to see that the limo was approaching.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ She was here.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ He gulped nervously as his heartbeat started to quicken in pace. There was no time to practice now.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ He rushed over to the limo and opened the door before she could. The girl screamed out in shock when he suddenly threw himself into the car.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Wha– You scared the hell out of me!" Imelda yelled, slapping his shoulder.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey, Mel." Vincenzo greeted, holding out the bouquet towards her. "How have you been?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀ A smile made its way across his lips when he saw her eyes light up at the sight of the flowers. She gasped as she took them out of his hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Aw, Zozo!" She gushed, wiping a fake tear from her eye. "You didn't have to."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Still sticking with that nickname, huh?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Until I die." She answered, childishly sticking her tongue out at him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Vincenzo shook his head before turning towards the driver. "To Emilio's house."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yes, Mr. Consigliere."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Imelda furrowed her eyebrows. "Emilio? You're doing business on the day of dad's funeral?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"It's what he wanted."

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Well it was a good thing Imelda decided to get dressed in the airport's restroom before heading over. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to have enough time to get ready for the funeral.

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