Finally making her dream come true of becoming a doctor and making her mother proud Francesca begins to believe her life is complete. After what she had been through with her father and seen how her mother was treated by him she never cared for love...
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Francesca's point of view.
"Chuck if you don't mind, make sure all the windows and doors are locked and park my car in the garage." I gave Chuck my car keys and went inside. I checked my watch and saw it was already midnight. After my interview this morning, I know someone back home saw it and King is in his way. I'm not mad, it's about time. I lifted my dress and pulled my gun out of the holster in my thigh making sure it was in safety before putting it on the side table by the front table.
I pulled my thick hair into a ponytail as I made my way upstairs. The front door opened and locked behind me as I went into my room. "Ms.Romano, all the doors and windows are locked, I'll be in the living room if you need anything." He shouted. "Thank you." I closed my bedroom door behind me and went into my closet. I took off my dress and put shorts on. I pulled the butterfly knife out of my bra, dropped it onto the floor and slipped into a cropped top.
I grabbed my laptop from my vanity and laid back on my bed sliding a memory card into the side. A tab popped on the screen and when I clicked it a picture of me in Giovanni's arms flashed open. I smiled and clicked through the pictures. Where we blew out the candles together. When he held me tight, while I cried. Every beautiful moment was caught on film.
I pulled out the memory card and put in another. This one contained the pictures of me, King and Reid. We all looked so happy. My favorite was where I stood in the middle and they kissed my face. I still remember the talk I had with Reid and how King told me he loved me. I still remember my moms speech and I still remember Andrea and Enzo complimenting my dress. Every fucking detail from the moment the day started to the day it ended was burned in my head.
I closed my laptop and turned over trying to sleep but the moments of Giovanni's funeral flooded my head. I know if my mom comes down she will be mad because she thinks I wasn't there but I was. I listened to every word and watched every tear, in the very back of the crowd. It was horrible having to be the last to put flowers on his grave. For the last three months I made small twenty four hour trips to Venice just to put flowers on his grave. Made sure I didn't do too much, to stay under the radar. Stupid cheap hotel rooms and ordering food u see fake names. I didn't want to be found, I needed my time.
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As I sat outside of the building where the Ceremony was being held I sat in the passenger side of my car, as Chuck drove. I fixed my wet curly hair and fixed my naked necklace around my neck as Chuck got out, opening my door for me. I got out and fixed my dress. "Looks good?" He gave me a thumbs up. I was wearing a thin silk dress with a deep slit down the front with only stings holding in the back. A red fuzzy shawl to match the wine red dress I had on. I thanked him and walked to the door which he opened as well. Once I walked in it was crowded with beautiful men and women talking to each other. I walked to the back, behind the curtains where they sat me. Chuck stayed up and waited by my side. "A light?" I asked and he passed me a blunt. I put it in my mouth and he lit the bottom of the bud.
