Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"In the palm of your hands, you can make me dance, spin me 'round in circles till I'm wrapped in string."
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"What's going on in that beautiful mind?" He murmured, lips brushing against the top of my head when I sucked in a sharp breath and looked back up at him.
"Nothing." I smiled smoothly, covering up the mid-life existential crisis going on in my head when he pursed his lips, and for a moment I was afraid he might not believe me as he moved away and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'd like you to come with me to work tomorrow as well." He voiced when I sat up against the headboard.
"Why?" I asked hen he shrugged, his back to me.
"No specific reason, I just want you to be there." He told me.
"Okay," I breathed out when he turned to face me, "I'll come with you."
He nodded, satisfaction evident in his eyes as he held his hand out to me.
"Come on, let's prepare dinner." He said when I frowned but took it nonetheless, letting him lead me out of the room and down to the kitchen.
"Are you cooking?" I asked in confusion when he started to look through the shelves, pausing to glance at me briefly.
"Yes, is there a problem with that?" He raised a brow when my own raised up.
"No, I just— You can cook?" I asked in disbelief when the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face.
"Why can't I?"
"I'm not saying you can't, I'm just surprised." I reasoned and saw the amusement on his face.
"My mamma made sure all three of her children could do basic chores and cooking, especially her sons, so they would know how to treat their women when the time came." He spoke with a faraway look in his eyes as I settled on a stool next to the kitchen island and looked at him carefully.
He was clearly reminiscing about his past, a past where his brother was alive and his family was more than happy. And now, the brother wasn't there and they were all clearly struggling to communicate with each other and find a way to move on together from the grief of it all.
It occurred to me that this brother must have been what kept them all calm and happy, because according to what Harlan had told me about him, he seemed to be the fun and easy going kind of person who knew better than taking life too seriously.
For them, he was a breath of fresh air from the constant darkness that surrounded them, like a light which kept them together and made them feel safer. Without him, they were lost and didn't know how to move on.
"Your mum was smart to do that," I said softly, glancing at his hand which laid on the island not far from mine as I covered it gently, "And she must be proud of you."
