snippets of VCY

Piccioncino Mio

"Cara." He stands patiently.

Currently, he's being analyzed by his dear wife, according to her it's just a few touch-ups left, before he's ready.

You see, a few days earlier, Cha Young asked for Vincenzo's credit card.

Because she wanted to do a little shopping spree, as October's near and the Gemuga tenants have planned a Halloween Party.

The card was taken after informing him as she waved him goodbye with a smile that spoke a little too much for Vincenzo to have an insight on her plannings.

However, the kind of trouble he was looking forward to being never took place.

Perhaps, not this Halloween.

This is Hong Cha Young, after all.

His lovely and endearing wife.

"Stand still, I am trying to brush the feathers." She shushes him.

They have to go to the party in 15 minutes and here they are.

He was told that his charming suits won't work this time, especially on an occasion like this one.

And was then ordered to put on a grey shirt with matching grey trousers.

They were simple, with absolutely nothing on them.

And Vincenzo was confused, but complied and came out with the grey shirt and trouser raising his eyebrows at Cha Young who wore something exactly like him except her set was white.

She smiled, conveying her excitement and enthusiasm and moved to the cupboard from where came out two robes with a whole lot of feathers.

Someone take him back to time and tell him that he was going to be complying his wife by wearing a feather adorned robe.

He was going to laugh.

And then perhaps kill the person for such a lame joke.

She twirls with a grey and white robe, the feathers flying with the robe.

"I made a good use of all those esteemed designers you're acquainted with." She grins and moves closer to him while all this time he was gaping like a fish.

That explains the transaction she made.

She pushes him the robe in his hands and moves to wear hers.

"Hurry up, jagiya, we're going to be late." She says while buttoning up the robe and twirling.

She beams at him when he wears the robe without any protest.

And then moves to brush a few feathers which seem a little uneven.

He just watches her when she moves to put on a red lipstick and some perfume, she then takes his perfume and sprays all over his stagnant body.

And that breaks his reverie.

She makes him wear some kind of snickers and that's when he passes a comment.

"I thought we're going to wear pigeon feet." He mocks even though, he's grateful that there's no more surprises of...pigeon-themed shoes?

She just shoots him a smile while moving to tie her shoes.

He kneels down to help her with the laces.

He's done tying both the knots when she cups his face and coos "Aigoo my Inzaghi!!"

He huffs and gets up and held his hand for her to get up which she gladly takes with some unwavering energy.

"And what are you?" He asks.

"I am Inzaghi's girlfriend." She says with assertiveness while placing her hand on her chest as if introducing herself publicly.

"More like his wife." He comments while moving her left hand upward where a huge diamond ring sits rightfully in its place.

"Shall we leave, then?" He asks.

"Ahh, wait and she bounces her way to the dressing's drawer pulling out a blue box.

He looks at her questioningly when she opens the box quickly and moves towards him with a chain.

And then he's pulled by his neck so that she locks the chain around his neck.

He looks at her and then the chain and there he sees a pendant carved with something he can clearly read.

And now that he's read it, he won't ever forget it in his life.

"Kajja, piccioncino mio!"

And there, she says it out loud while taking his arm and dragging him out of their apartment.