𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 |

chapter thirty-two

Enzo

When the alarm started blaring, I already knew there was no going back. I shut it off with the tap of a finger then rubbed the sleep from my eyes with a groan. Rolling over, I reached for the pillow beside me and slapped it over my face to avoid the beaming sunlight.

The day I was dreading arrived. The day that's been the talk throughout this house was here and I wanted nothing to do with it. I just wanted to lay here and sleep the day awake.

But I couldn't be so lucky.

"Enzo!" My mother yelled, storming inside.

The blankets were snatched off of me and I groaned loudly when she shoved open my curtains. Clutching my pillow did nothing since she was close enough to take that away from me too. I let out my second groan of the day and buried my face into the sheets.

Maybe if I stay still long enough, she'll give up and walk out.

"Ow! Mom!"

"Don't you 'mom' me. It's a big day and you need to be up and getting ready."

She launched one of the pillows at me then went to my bedroom door, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. I knew what she was doing and I knew how long she would keep this up. With an exaggerated groan, I sat up and slipped out of bed, throwing my arms up.

"Happy? I'm up," I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Good. Chop-chop," she said with two claps. "Breakfast is being made and people will be over soon. Hurry up."

When she finally left the bedroom, I shuffled to the bathroom and flicked the light on. I grabbed my toothbrush, filling it with toothpaste then scrubbing my teeth clean. While doing that, I went back into my room to take out semi-formal clothing and laid them across my bed.

I'd be in my tux in less than two hours, so comfort was number one on my list right now. I made my way back in the bathroom, spitting into the sink then rinsing off my mouth and toothbrush. It took me no time to pick up my mess and throw on my clothes.

But it did take me a solid twenty minutes to mentally prepare myself for the day. I checked my phone, hoping for the best but expecting the same. No Vera, no nothing. The same thought courses through my head every time I check my phone and see no response: Why are you surprised? You caused this.

It didn't matter anyway. I gotta suck it up and survive this day without my brain exploding.

"Enzo! You better be up!"

I groaned loudly then turned off unnecessary light before my journey downstairs. My mother and father were zipping around the house, either with their phones to their ears or thumbs gliding across the screen. I've never been to a wedding before, so I don't know the ins and outs of everything. I do know that it is stressful as hell and all of their stress is rubbing off on me.

Mom met with me at the bottom of the stairs, gripping my jaw then frantically running her fingers through my hair. I whined quietly and moved her hands away, fixing my hair back to how it was. Once again, she gripped my jaw and moved my head around to inspect my face. She simply hummed before going back to her phone.

"At least you can do something right," she muttered. "Is your tux steamed and all of that?"

"Yes, you asked me that last night too." I rolled my eyes.

"We can't afford to have you slacking off today. Today is too important."

Yeah, for you.

She finally walked away, and I went to the kitchen to fix myself a glass of water. That's when I saw a breakfast feast across the counters and being arranged on the kitchen table. My brows furrowed and took a sip, bringing my eyes to my mother.