Tattered Love

Chapter 2

The drive to our destination wasn't too bad. However, I had to sit very carefully and very still. If not, my whole family would have been flashed my under garments. Now that would be embarrassing. As soon as we get out of the limousine, Greco family is there waiting. As my eyes land on Alessio, it's like my breath has hitched in the back of my throat; refusing to escape my mouth. He stands to his full height in his Brioni suit. Last time I seen him, he was standing in front of me in a dress shirt that was slightly opened in the front. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as his tattoos were dancing around his visible skin. His black slacks were a little tighter than his dress pants he has on now. Now, all his beautiful tattoos are hidden under his dark suit. Snapping in my ear brings me out of my daze. Gabby motions with her head to start walking. I begin to walk as Alessio starts to walk next to me. We are not holding hands. Hell, our skin doesn't even barely graze. He takes his seat and I'm too take my seat directly next to him. The waitress comes out with Barolo wine. She pours each of our glasses and walks off to give us time to figure out what we're ordering. Glancing over the menu only a few dishes honestly caught my eye. I opted for the lobster ravioli dish over the tuna with burrata cheese. The waitress even though she looks calm and collected; you can see sheer panic dancing in her eyes. She does well not to let all the panic show considering she's talking mafia's order. She writes down everyone's order and steps away in a hurry. Everyone is trying to have a steady conversation going. All you get from Alessio is one word answers or a grunt. I didn't expect him to have a full on discussion but maybe talk more than he is. All he is doing is typing on his phone under the table.

"Alessio, metti giù il telefono. Sii rispettoso figlio." Donatello whispers low and deathly to his son.

"Rispettoso? Padre rispettoso? Mi hai coinvolto in un matrimonio combinato quando ero felice di..." Alessio stops mid sentence.

He was happy with whom? Or what?

"Miss Isabella, have you thought about where you would like the wedding?" Donatello asks in a fatherly voice.

"I was thinking somewhere in Greece. Maybe?" I say more like a question.

"Of cazzo course." Alessio grumbles out.

"What?" I question him.

"I rather have it in Italy. Possible at our mansion away from prying eyes." Is all Alessio says.

"Of course. That will be fine." I reluctantly agree. Being the obedient woman I'm supposed to be. Even if my dream wedding is in Greece. Even if I want my dream wedding to be with this inconsiderate stronzo.

"Than it's settled. Our home will hold the wedding. Alessio and his brothers will be over in a week's time to pick you and your sisters up to go dress shopping." Donatello announces to the whole room.

Dinner arrives just in time before anyone could protest. I could see it dancing in Alessio's eyes. He wanted to object to his father's statement. I would rather him not pick me up so I can find a dress I will actually love. Not something he will have chosen. My small portion called my dish I ordered is placed in front of me. Between the small talk here and there, my plate is now empty. Dessert comes out and right as I'm about to take a bite of it; Alessio opens his mouth and says the unthinkable.

"Are you sure you should be eating that with your figure and all? You'll need to fit in your wedding dress in a few months."

My eyes become the size of saucers. My mouth drops open as my fork clinks against my plate. I knew my body wasn't supermodel shaped. I have some curves but I'm not unhealthy. I don't have a tummy pouch, my arms aren't flabby, my legs are a little thick but they aren't that bad. I'm not obese. Looking down into my lap, a lone tear slips from my eye. How can one person be so cruel to another?

Sliding my chair out from the table, I make my exit. My train is clutched in my hand as I walk briskly out the door. I didn't even care if my slit was closed or not. I didn't care if my undergarments were on full show. I had to get out of there and in a hurry. I walk down the stairs that leads to the beach. As I hit the bottom stair, I take my heels off and leave them sitting there. I actually loved my heels and didn't want to damage them with the sand. My dress on the other hand even if I loved it; I didn't buy it so I didn't have much care for it at the moment. If the ocean waves manages to hit my dress, so be it. I didn't buy it; I bought my shoes. The sand beneath my feet, squishing in between my toes feels like Heaven. The sand almost makes me forget why I was running in the first place. I walk towards the ocean as my footsteps leave prints in the sand. With my train in my hand, I walk along the edge of the water. The ocean leaves small kisses against my feet.

Dinner could have gone a lot worse. How much worse? I'm not sure. But, still he shouldn't have mentioned something so sensitive to any woman. It's not like I didn't know I was not a size zero. I've always worked out and exercised to try to lose the little extra weight on me. However, it didn't help and I barely lost any weight over the years of working out. Sometimes I am insecure about my appearance mainly my weight. But, I have come to terms with the fact I'll never be my sisters' sizes. I'll never be tall, slender, or elegant like them. I am a little ditzy, a little clumsy, short, and definitely not the most elegant female in the world. I've been compared to my sisters all my life from outsiders. I have slowly became comfortable in my own skin, my own body. After an hour of walking in the sand and the ocean kissing my toes; I have relaxed enough to face the Devil himself. I pick my heels off the bottom stair and make my ascend back up the long staircase. As my feet hit the top stair; I halt all my actions. My muscles in face and the rest of my body freeze up.
Standing near the staircase is the entire group of people whom was at the table earlier.

"I want to apologize over my son's comment at the table." Donatello begins to offer.

"No need to apologize sir. It was coming from good intentions. If you all my excuse me; I'll be heading to the limousine that's waiting." I reply in a sweet voice. I kiss Donatello cheek out of respect and begin to walk off.

"Inconsiderate stronzo. Who does he think he is to comment on a woman's weight. It's not like I'd suffocate him with my thighs. Even though it would be a lovely headline 'Future Don Suffocated By Fiancée's Thighs.' Again inconsiderate asshole." I grumble under my breath as I walk passed the Greco family. All I can hear as I am further away from them are some of the brothers laughing.

"Damn Alessio already pissed off the future wife."

"Like I said before Alessio; you have your hands full dear brother."

Oh my god! They all heard me?!