~ what do you see in him?....
Everything you don't ~
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All Celandine's father wanted was to protect his beloved daughter. Even if it meant sending her away...
Little did he know, his daughter will fall i...
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Silence.
It's peaceful. But sometimes it's not a good sign.
Especially in this lifestyle. It could mean a lot of things, yet lately I seem to focus on the worse one.
What if something happened? What if he got kidnapped? What if...what if he's injured?
Or... no that can't be, he's though. He knows how to take care of himself, they don't call him diavolo for nothing. Right?
"You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that" Cata pokes my forehead as she takes a sit next to me.
"He's fine..." she trails off. Of course she knows what I'm thinking about, am I really that obvious?
I guess that's all I'm thinking about every since Franco told me he hasn't made contact.
"Everyone keeps telling me that, yet no one knows where he is" I put down the embroidery hoop and stick the needle into the fabric. Setting it aside.
"Cariño, you cannot worry yourself like that" She takes my hand in hers " it's like a punishment for you, I don't want you to worry. Given that you are the only one worrying for him..." she mumbled the last part. I sight looking to the side as I try to not let the tears fall.
"I have news, not on him. But..." when she stopped talking I turned to look at her confused. " there's something you need to know..." she pauses " I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but... something happened and I think it's only fair you know" At this point I was so confused and concerned.
"There is a woman, claiming to have...birth Arsenios child".
I felt like someone just punch me in the chest. My breathing hitch. My heart sunk.
What? When? Where?How?
Cata holds my shoulders. I hear her voice. Distant, as if I'm inside the water.
A child? But he promised he'd wait.
It can't be " a child? " I somehow manage to speak, barely a whisper.
"For what we know, the girl is eight years old. Severino already asked for a paternity test..." I could hear her clearly now.
So not a baby. A child. An eight year old girl. A little girl.
My heart was pounding hard. "Does he know?" I find myself asking. He has to. Right?
"Apparently he doesn't, the mother of the girl just came a week ago, she contacted Apollo at the casino, she said Arsenio doesn't know...."
"Why now?" I cut her off " why show up eight years later... she must.. she is looking for something?" The las part came out as a question.
"Thats the same thing we are all asking ourselves, she just claims she wants the girl to know who her father is..."
After all this time?
"Who's the mother?" Cata gives me a look I could only interpret as pity. "Elena"
No.Not her, of all the woman in the world he could've impregnate. It had to be her.
~~~~ Flashback ~~~~ 11 year old Celandine
I finished my painting! I can't wait to show it to everyone. Arsenio must be the first, it might cheer him up, he's been grumpy lately.
As I make my way out of my bedroom I spotted Franco at the end of the hallway. "Ciao Franco!!" I wave at him " Ciaoprincipessa " " where's Senio?" I ask him getting on my tip toes to high five him.
" must be in his office" oh no! He doesn't like people going there, but I'm not people. I'm Cel and he likes me. I think.
"Hey you!" A beautiful girl, no woman. With long brown hair and hazel eyes. Comes out of the other end of the hallway. Wait that one leads to senios bedroom.
She comes to a stop an motions to Franco "Can you send someone to change the bedsheets " she demands. Does she lives here?
"Excuse me?" She turns to face me now. Oh did I said that out loud? "Yes you did... what is a child in this side of the mansion, I thought it was off limits" she was now facing Franco .
" she lives here, I'll go get one of the maids" With that he leaves. She then turns to look walk away and I stop her.
"Your pretty, what your name?" "Elena" that's a pretty name. She turns and walks towards the stairs. I follow her. "Your name is pretty..." trying to keep up with her long steps. She's tall
"Where are you going?" "Why where you in senios room" "Are you his friend" She stops just a the top of the stairs.
"Stop talking to me, who even are you?" She was frowning. "Oh that's rude of me, mi chiamo Celandine But you can call me Cel" I've been practicing my Italian hehe.
She look like she just seen a ghost then her face turn from shock to anger? "You" she says with so much anger Pointing a finger in my direction. "You are the reason he broke up with me!" She yells at me
Wait what?
"A fucking child" she scoffs "he prefers you over me! His girlfriend! I'm the one who pleases him! Not YOU!" I couldn't understand what happened.
It was all so fast. I was supposed to be a the top of the stairs not on the floor.
My mind was hazy and started to see blurry. My head hurts . I heard a gasp I look up an see Elena at the top of the stairs. I frown. Ouch that hurt.
I bring my hand to my forehead but I stop, there's something red on it, is it blood? Oh no
There's glass everywhere.
I scream. From the top of my lungs. I don't like blood. I scream again
Suddenly I'm lifted up. "Tesoro..." that voice, it's Senio.
I feel numb, I feel tired. I should sleep.
~~~~ end of flashback ~~~~
Since that day, I haven't heard anything of her.
Everyone acted like she never existed. Senio blames himself. He also blames Franco since he was supposed to be guarding me.
So, she must have been pregnant when she left. I frown.
I look down to my left hand, the reminder of that faithful day, a scar. I trace my forearm with my index finger. It was thin, kind of a pearly white tone. It stopped at my wrist and another scar near my pinky finger.
I stand up abruptly, walking towards the garden. Thank heavens we were outside. I needed all the air I could get.
A child.
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Surprise! I know some people don't like children, but don't worry she won't have much focus on the story 😉
