COLLAPSE(On Hold)

Chapter 4

8:00 a.m. 

With the light pouring from the fireplace I study my engagement ring. The longer I look the more apparent last night becomes. I thought I had already come to terms with it, but looking at it now makes it all real. Last night actually happened. I don't know what scares me more; getting married to Giovanni, or leaving my room for good. Giovanni seems like a good man. So far. I don't know the first thing about him. How am I supposed to marry a man I hardly know anything about.

Yes, Cinderella hardly knew Prince Charming and they married instantly, but this is no fairy tale. My life is not based off a work of fiction.

Although I'm glad I am marrying him. When I think about it I know my dad would never pick a man he deems unfit for me. So I should not judge Giovanni so quickly. I should give him a chance. After all he is the man I will be marrying in less than a week.

Less than a week.

I have less than a week before I'm officially Mrs. De Luca, and less than a week before I'm out of these walls. The walls that have built everything I know. The walls I spent twelve years hiding behind.

It is a lot to take in. Only being seventeen and learning just last night that your last name will be someone else's. It's a lot for my mind. However I will be eighteen tomorrow. I feel as if I should be more excited that I will finally be turning eighteen. But there's a certain point in time when your birthdays just feel like another day. That's what tomorrow feels like. Although I won't be telling my father that. I'd hate to watch his facial expression fall. Don't get me wrong I'll be elated. I have been waiting for that day for some time now. Now that it's basically here I have no idea what to expect.

8:45 a.m.

I tear my gaze from the stunning ring to the clock beside me. It's almost nine which means dad will be up soon. Throwing the covers off I climb out of bed and pad into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror I notice I look almost happy. I haven't seen this look since I started my record collection. It sounds silly but my collection is my pride and joy. As I grew up it was all I had. It was not just background noise to me, it was an escape. It as my escape. It was also where I found my talent or simply my passion for singing. "My God-given talent," as my father says.

After my morning routine I head back into my room in search of an outfit. Reaching my dresser I search through the endless drawers. I find a simple grey t-shirt filled with sunflowers. As for jeans I pick a pair of light washed skinny jeans that are folded at the ends, and that stop about a few inches above my ankle. Throwing them on I also put on a pair of sunflower socks. That's odd. I guess I'm in a flowery mood.

Walking over to my collection I pull out my Amber Run vinyl. As It takes its respective place the song Noah begins to pour out. This is probably my favorite song by Amber Run.

"Noah, Noah, Singing Noah, Noah," I sing along. I let myself be consumed by the music and just sing my heart out. Maybe I was too consumed because the next thing I knew my shoulder was being gently tapped. The tap sent me reeling in shock and jumping out of my skin. Holding my hand to my heart and breathing heavily I slowly turn around only to come face to face with my fiancé. Wait, what?

"Buongiorno bella. Please forgive me for scaring you. I was only trying to get your attention. I came with breakfast," he says with a apologetic smile.