ARIA
May slaps a hand over her mouth in surprise. I can't say anything, I'm unable to let out a sound.
May mouths me an "I told you so." and I roll my eyes. "How so?" I ask coldly. I may dislike Lorenzo, but I dislike Mariana even more.
The fact she called me is baffling, she never calls. "He told me he couldn't be with me anymore, that I wasn't the right woman for him." She cries out.
May contains her laughter by holding a hand pressed to her mouth. "Why?" I'm intrigued now. "He told me there was another woman. Who does that? And especially to me, I'm perfect for him!" She screeches dramatically.
Another woman. I try my best not to scoff an Mariana's ego. "Do you know the other woman?" I question, Jesus, this guy moves on quick.
"No. But I overheard him and his friend talking about her." She's vulnerable, I can use this against the whole Italian mafia.
"What did he say?" She sighs before answering, her voice coming out as an exaggerated cry. "He told his friend he was going to get his girl back." May smiles brightly, like she knows who he was talking about.
"Did he mention something else?" I'm full of curiosity right now. But I'm going to pretend my heart isn't breaking at the another girl part.
"One nickname." She mumbles and I hum, making her continue. "Il suo piccolo santo." I don't know what my heart did, but it feels like it turned around.
At that exact moment, a male voice is heard from the other end of the phone and Mariana hangs up. That wasn't Lorenzo.
My heart is still beating so hard, and I'm zoned out. May snaps her fingers and I avert my attention back to her.
"His little saint." I say. He used to call me that. Every. Single. Day. "He used to call me his little saint." I swallow.
"Il mio piccolo santo." May gasps. "Holy shit! He wants you back!" It hits me then, he does want me back. Why does he want me back?
"You know about the masquerade trade ball tomorrow?" May whispers, looking straight at me. Why is she whispering, we're the only two people in the room.
I nod slowly, trying to figure out what she's aiming towards. "Go." She says, and I stop thinking.
"No way. He'll be there." I gulp, feeling as if thorns are running down my throat instead of saliva.
"That's exactly why you're going. Write the Italian mafia a letter, tell them you'll be there, let them catch you." It was a good idea, but then again, it seemed ridiculous.
The part of me that hated Lorenzo for what he did quieted down, the part of my heart who still loved him was beating louder than anything in that moment.
"Fine. I'll go." It was like my heart was talking instead of my brain. Anything but me going seemed rational.
"Yes!" May cheered, a bright smile on her face. I gave her a small smile before standing up and walking to my room, ready to write the letter.
I sat at my desk, a pen in hand, my thoughts scramble. As if it had control over me, my hand moved.
Saluti,
this is the oh so famous Jester writing to you. I would like this letter to be sent to your boss immediately, so that no other man reads it. I would like to inform you that I will indeed be attending your ball tomorrow. To make it more obvious, I will be wearing a Jester's mask. Catch me, reveal my identity, do whatever you want.
Cordialmente,
I.T.P.S.
I wrote the name Lorenzo at the cover, to make it known who it was for. The initials at the bottom stated Il tuo piccolo santo, as in your little saint. I wrapped the letter up and called out for May who was about to go somewhere.
I handed her the paper, and she nodded, as if she knew exactly what she had to do. This is it, there was no going back now.
She scurried out of the room, leaving no trail behind her. I bury my hands in my hair for a second before walking over to my closet, picking out my pajamas.
The plaid loose pants hung from my hips, my oversized shirt reaching to my thighs. I crashed onto my bed, letting out a muffled groan. My eyelids were heavy, and my thoughts were taken away.
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I ruffled my sheets, the morning sun peeking in from the window. My eyes wandered across the lighted room before landing onto my nightstand.
Cazzo. A letter.
My hands once again moved on their own, ripping open the piece of paper as my eyes caught onto the words.
Saluti,
I can confirm this is Lorenzo, or as you may know, Diavolo. How interesting that you have decided to showing up at one of my events. You're welcome to come in, but, when we find you, I'll guarantee we won't have mercy.
Cordialmente,
L.D.G.
That was it. I was going to that fucking masquerade ball.
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A Gamble Of Hearts
RomanceHe's a man that could make the world crumble with just a snap of his fingers. And she's a woman that could do the same, but to his heart. _______ "You had no fucking right to do that to me, Lorenzo. I did not deserve the betrayal you put me through...
