~captived hearts,deceived minds~

Chapter II

~a new investor~
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IN THE SERENTINO HOUSE.

Serena p.o.v
Today was a very special day, and I woke up early. After six years, someone very special was finally returning today. I felt a mix of happiness, excitement, and yes, even a touch of nervousness, and I won't lie about it. I planned to collect him from the airport but first, I needed to dress up and then go pick up the bouquet of flowers for him.

I indulged in a long, relaxing bath, applying every scented product I owned, though not too much, as I didn't want it to be overpowering for him. Afterwards, I donned a cute little white skirt, pairing it with a pastel pink blouse, and added some charming accessories to complete my outfit.

I descended the stairs and found my family gathered around the table, enjoying breakfast. I greeted everyone with a wide smile on my face. My brother, Matteo, quipped, "Finally, you look like you don't belong to the zoo." I rolled my eyes at him, then took a seat beside my mother. "Shut up," I playfully retorted. My father looked at me quizzically, asking, "Is there a special occasion, Serena?" I simply smiled, shaking my head. "No, dad. I just felt like it today."

I'm really sorry for lying dad. I promise that  I will tell you all soon. "Breakfast today is the usual - espresso and pastries. Help yourself." I served myself an espresso and a brioche bun, and I made sure I didn't eat too much so that I had room for lunch. I quickly finished my breakfast, then left the house as my family questioned where I was going. But I could't tell them, though, could I?

Bianca p.o.v
Who managed to capture my daughter's heart? It was unusual for her to wake up so early on a Sunday morning and put effort into dressing well, especially considering how tired she usually was after a long night. Her typical morning routine began well after 1 PM, so her uncharacteristic enthusiasm was worth noting. However, I trusted her decision, and I'm sure she would share her reasons with us once she was ready. There were no rush from my end.

I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by my son. ''I'm leaving too,'' he said. My husband, Dante Sorrentino, expressed surprise, ''This early? It's just Sunday morning, son.'' However, Matteo quipped, ''I'm talking to mom, not you, Mr. Dante Sorrentino.'' Just as their daily arguments were about to escalate, I waved my son goodbye. Despite his complicated relationship with his father, Matteo was an excellent brother, grandson, and son......well to me.

My husband, Dante Sorrentino, used to have a close relationship with his son, but now they are estranged, and I couldn't help but wonder what caused this rift. When we ask him about it, he remained tight-lipped, insisting that it was a matter between them alone. After our son left, I noticed Dante letting out a frustrated sigh.

Our mother-in-law, who witnessed the tension, commented, ''Even his own son doesn't like him.'' She then got up and left the table, not forgetting to give Dante her usual glare before departing. I was left alone at the table with him, his frustration and regret palpable in the air. As I looked up at him, I realized he was already gazing at me. Before I could speak a word, he abruptly rose from his seat and walked out of the room without uttering a single syllable.

3rd person p.o.v
THE LUMIERE HOUSE
After leaving the house Matteo drove to his office building. The lumiere house;  a business that he opened with his business partner and  bestfriend Andrea Valentino. She has always supported him in his ideas, in other words one could say that she was his parental figure. The office building itself was a modern structure with expansive windows and sleek, minimalist architecture.