𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
Emilia, a mixture of Enzo and Elianna. She isn't afraid of anyone and is a headstrong force to be reckoned with. For most of her life, Emilia had only had two goals in mind: attaining her degree and finding...
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Emilia's POV
I sat on the poolside with my feet submerged in the water.
This was my first time trying out our pool. I really enjoyed the pool from the honeymoon so I decided to give this one a try.
I checked the time on my phone for the tenth time in the past two minutes.
Time was moving slowly.
I had nothing in particular to do. I was just bored and wanted the day to be over.
My last class for the day had finished over two hours ago and I had finished reading the article Professor Kate assigned.
Santo was gone all day. He made me breakfast this morning and left without saying a word to me.
He was really confusing.
I don't think neither of us understood the concept of marriage.
To make it even worse, this was an arranged marriage so it made things even more complicated.
I missed being back home, I missed my mother and father, I missed my old room, and I missed the simplicity of life before marrying Santo.
I picked up my phone and called my mother's phone.
"Emilia?" she answered the phone as I heard crying in the background.
"If you're busy I can call you back," I told her.
"I am never too busy to talk to my baby," she said.
"Is that Uncle Haze's baby I'm hearing in the background?" I asked and she smiled.
"Yes," she said. "Meet your cousin, Hazel."
When she showed me the baby, my heart melted. She looked just like Eve.
"Haze has a match and Eve went to do a photography gig. I told her to stay home and rest but she is always on the go," she complained.
I laughed. "That's Eve. She won't let anything stop her from doing what she's passionate about."
She laughed. "How are you?"
I stayed quiet as I thought.
I missed home so badly but papá said that I needed to be more independent. I also think I'm catching feelings that shouldn't have for Santo.
"I'm good," I lied.
"That's great Emmy," she said out of relief. "How's Santo?"
"Well, Santo is Santo," I said and she understood exactly what I meant.
"Emmy, I know that he seems like a lot of work but be patient with him," she told me.
"I'm trying," I said.
"Emmy, I know you've never been in a relationship before so I want you to be careful, okay?" she said. "It must be hard for you to go from being single your whole life to being married and living with a man you don't know."
