Perfectly broken

Chapter 11

Anastasia's pov:

In less than two days, the whole world heard about my marriage to Dante. I spent the days following our press conference answering thousands of messages, emails and phone calls from persons who want to congratulate me on my new alliance. Other than that, I stayed locked in my room catching up on work.

Since my marriage to Dante is only temporary, at least until I find a way to take him down and make him loose his empire, I am going to continue dealing with business from here. So that I can pursue my work with no problems when I will go back home definitively. My plan is to track how our casinos and bars are doing in Spain. Matteo sends me daily reports to keep me updated and I talk over the phone to the responsible staff to have a close eye to everything happening there. My dad offered me to focus on just the mission and to confide all the work to my uncle, but I declined. I can't allow another person being responsible for my job. Any tiny mistake from his part and years of my hard work be gone. There is no fucking way.

Much to my relief, I haven't seen Mr arrogant since the press conference. He is out of the house all the day. According to Greta, he leaves so early on the morning and he comes back late in the night after I am go to bed. Since, I wasn't obliged to have my meals with him at the dining room, except for last night's dinner, I ate at the kitchen with the rest of the staff. I discovered that I had a soft spot for French deserts like the Madeleine or les crêpe au choix and in few days I developed an obsession for Italian food that Greta makes. Muy delicioso. (So tasty, Spanish). She and Matieu are still challenging each other. They want me decide on who's the best cook of them. Each time they direct the same question to me, I lie about having other things to do and I escape them. I don't know for how
long I will keep doing that.

Today, I decide to get out of the house to get a breath of fresh air. I change my pyjamas and I put on my yoga pants and a balck tshirt. I wear the same outfit because I still haven't opened the boxes, that are laying by my door, and settled in yet. I just keep postponing it but I know that I will have to do it eventually.

I exist my room. When I descend the stairs, I come across Greta. "Buongiorno". I say the only Italian word I know. My ear caught it in the last week.
"Buongiorno, dear. I see that you learned a new word."
"Yeah, I heard you say it multiplies times before. Eh Greta, I am going out now. I will be here in an hour or two."
"No breakfast?" She asks.
"No. I don't usually have breakfast."
She looks at me from head to toe : "I think I need to take care about you. Look how skinny you are." I can't help but giggle. She is talking about me like I am a mummy.

Actually I am not that skinny. I don't have a supermodel body. I have slight curves. In highschool, I used to hate them so much, not because I was bullied, no one dared il to mock the capo's daughter, but because I wasn't feeling comfortable in my skin. Actually, I used to hate my body. But now, I can't imagine my body without those curves. I finally came to peace with my morphology. Now, it is a part of me, of who I am.

When I get out of the front door, I notice that the chauffeur is waiting for me.
"Good morning Mrs Russo." He greets me. Here we go with the Mrs Russo thing again.
"Good morning." I say back offering him a simple smile.

He rushes to open the door of the backseat for me but I stop him midway. He looks at me.
"Just give me the keys. I am going to drive myself."
"I am not sure that Boss will accept that." Dio ! I have a long day in front of me and I don't want to be on my nerve's from the morning.
"His problem not mine."
The man is still standing in his places. He doesn't move an inch.
"The car keys now." I say in my bossy voice, extending my hand in his direction and fixating him with my eyes. He gives up and he reluctantly hands me the keys of the car. I get in the driver's seat of the SUV and I put on the seat belt. I bring the engine to life and I leave the mansion.