Casanova H.S

Chapter Three

"If she craves this much food she can go get it herself." My sister Olivia complains as we come closer to the market. A basket in her hand ready to be filled up with whatever food she desires at the moment. 

"You were the one who told Luna not to come." I remind her letting out a sigh tired of her constant need to put blame on others once she regrets a decision. Olivia wanted Luna to stay home so she could get what she wanted without Luna's protests, but now, of course, she wishes Luna would have accompanied the two of us.

"I did no such thing." She says denying her words as a scowl forms on her face. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that I have met someone." She sounds much happier talking about this subject rather than the other, so I play along acting like this is not something I have heard before.

"How exciting. who is he? How did you meet?" I ask faking my thrill, making her roll her eyes. She knows that my enthusiasm is not real, and she does not seem to be in the mood for my jokes right now.

"Can you please stop with the sarcasm, sister. We met a few weeks ago at the old farm. His uncle owns it so he was there to visit, but I assure you he is part of a much higher class then a farmer." She says almost scared that I will think she would settle for a farmer. As if not being rich is a sin, and someone would be ashamed to be with a farmer.

"You do realize that class does not have anything to say about who he is as a man." I try to get it into her head, but it seems like my words just go straight through. My words never seem to get to her, seeing as her opinions are already made up about everything, and everyone.

"So you are telling me that you would have settled for a simple farm boy?" She asks shocked at the thought of her younger sister falling for a poor dirty farmer.

"Of course I would if he loved me, and was a good man. There are many good poor men and many disgusting rich ones." None of my words seem to have an effect on her as she seems to caught up in her own thoughts to even listen to mine now that I share them with her.

"You are talking nons-" She is cut off as she almost runs into another body. They both let out a huff at the impact, and look at each other with sorry eyes, rushing to apologize. I, however, stop my movements as I see the green-eyed boy she bumped into. "I am so terribly sorry." Olivia rush out apologizing for not seeing where she was going.

"No problem, love. It was just as much your fault as mine." Harry says letting his eyes now look at me wondering who the woman he bumped into is accompanied by. "What a pleasure to see you again, Mira," Harry says bringing my hand up for a kiss. His eyes are fixed on mine as his lips touch my skin before he lets go.

"You know this man?" Olivia asks now suddenly very interested in the stranger before her. Sounding surprised I even know a person of the opposite sex at all.

"We have met before, yes," I tell her not wanting to get too much into detail.

"Where are your manners, sister? Care to introduce us?" I open my mouth to introduce them to each other, but before I can do so she speaks up again. "My name is Olivia Mcallister. It's wonderful to meet you, what's your name?" She extends her hand out for a kiss.

"I'm Heath Graham, very nice to meet you." Harry lies as he takes her hand, and give it a kiss.

"If was a pleasure to meet you, but unfortunately I have to go get the special food my sister has requested, so I will see you at home, Mira. Goodbye." Olivia informs as she turns to walk away leaving me alone with Harry.

"Are you following me?" I ask out of the blue, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. A man needs to eat too." He says raising his brows almost as if he finds it amusing that I would think he could follow me. It isn't that absurd to think so seeing as I almost always seem to run into him.

"Why did you lie?" I wonder as I walk over to the stands of food. "I thought everybody already knows who you are."

He follows close behind eyeing the fruit before him. "No, only the women I have laid with, and those are too in love with the idea of me to rat me out to the king." He informs me as he picks up an apple examining it.

"Why are you afraid the king will find you?" I aks intrigued as to why the king would want someone like him. Yes, he has done things with a lot of women, but that is not enough reason for the king to be interested in him, or is it?

"The things I have done isn't just frowned upon, they are illegal according to the church, and the king listens to the pope as if he were God himself." I take the apple from him noticing some rotten parts on it.

"Why stay here then? Why not just run?" I ask wondering what he is still doing here when the king can find him any second. He picks up another apple examining it for any rotten parts.

"What's the fun in that?" He has a proud smirk on his face as he takes a bite of his dirt free apple, and walks away disappearing into the crowd.

"He was quite charming," Olivia says suddenly appearing by my side. I jump away in shock of her sudden appearance making her let out a quick laugh. She picks up a few apples examining them as Harry did, then hands money to the seller once she has found some apples she likes. "Don't you think?"

"Don't I think, what?" I ask confused as to what she is referring to.

"Don't you find Heath charming?" She asks once again this time turning to look at me.

"He is charming indeed." I almost have to laugh at the fact that if he weren't charming he would not be able to sweep the ladies as he does, but she doesn't know that.