Natalie

1. Sneaky Russians

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Chapter one- sneaky Russians

Ok , you can do this! It's easy.. All you have to do is put on a fake laugh and add a smile or two ..

Natalie kept telling herself, but she couldn't hide the grieving feeling that chewed her insides up. Usually people are happy about their birthdays especially when it's on Christmas, but how could she be happy when her mother died on this same exact day a year ago???..

All this grief made her eyes water, but she held the tears back,

She would've wanted her to be happy.

"She would want you to be happy" her father said repeating the magic words that had floated around her mind. He nearly scared her to death when he appeared behind her. Vincenzo had feet like a ghost, no one ever saw him coming.

"Dad....when did you ...where did....how long have you been standing there" she managed to say straightening herself up from the near heart attack.

"long enough to see those fall" he said pointing at the tears that streamed their way down her face. he reached for the handkerchief that was on his left pocket and wiped her tears away. Vincenzo hated seeing his daughter like this, her eyes were full of tears on the day were they should be sprinkled with joy. She was the one thing he did right and he would do anything to make her happy.

He knew why she was hurting. She missed her mother and truth be told he missed her too. She was his wife after all and he loved her with every inch of his heart, even thinking of her name made his heart ache painfully.

"you know I miss her too" he admitted. Pressing his hands on Natalie's shoulders to assure her that that he understood her sorrow. "but like I said, she would want you to be happy".

Looking at his daughter through the mirror, she looked so much like her mother, which was oddly weird since everybody said she looked exactly like him. She did have his same pale ocean blue eyes and his blonde hair, but her lips and nose were defiantly her mother's but maybe it was something about today because at this moment it looked like he was starring right at his Emiliana in the mirror. He shook the image out his mind, he was probably just seeing things.

Even though, He knew that planning this party for his daughter won't make her forget her mother's death, he won't have let his daughter cry alone in her room. One of them had to be happy. it had to be Natalie, since Vincenzo had away of fucking up his.

"Come on mi principessa ,your guest are waiting" he said helping her up. He hugged her when she was finally up and chuckle at her shocked expression." What?!? a man can't hug his own daughter ? "

"Not when that man is Vincenzo Vinicius". He smirked and walked her to the door that lead out of the dressing room. He was about to open it was someone barged in.

" Mr. Vinicius I've been looking ..... you're needed .......something very important.....your office " an out of breathe maid managed to state but by the looks of her face she was panicking .

"your needed it your office NOW" she said more clearly. He gave his daughter an apologizing look and her kind eyes told him to go.

"I must walk you down those stairs before I go" he stated linking his arms with hers and completely ignored the panicking ,there's-no-time-for-that look the maid gave him. He just calmly walked his daughter to the door out the dressing room.