Don't Let Go

Chapter 1 - An annoying protector

Note: The words in bold, are the words in Italian, they're translated. Also, the ones before the paragraphs indicate how long has passed (Those are not in Italian)

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The little girl was born on the previous day. She was so little, they could fit three of her inside the white wooden, covered with a pink bedding, crib. Everyone was thrilled for the new-born but no one had seen her yet. Her father was reluctant to show her to the people he knew so well would both protect her and put her in danger.

(Elena) "Please, Benji. Everyone wants to see her."

(Benjamin) "I know. I just want to hold her longer. Who knows how long I have before the De Luca's-" – he picked her up.

He was interrupted by one of his worst fears.

(Arianna) "Look at the little girl!" – she took the little girl from her father's arms.

Benjamin sighed, knowing that he wouldn't hold his daughter anytime soon.

(Roberto) "Lighten up, Benji. You have your whole life to hold her in your arms." – he patted his friend's back.

And how long would that be exactly? Ben knew the answer. In fact, everyone in that room knew the answer and it wasn't a pleasant one.

(Elena) "And how are you, Christian?" – she asked the four year old De Luca.

(Christian) "I'm good." – he smiled.

Elena smiled back at his cuteness while the little boy begged for his mother to let him see the tiny girl. Arianna sat on the brown rocking chair and Christian finally saw the big eyes he would be so fond of. They pierced in his dark brown eyes like she knew how much she already meant to him. Everything.

Twenty-three years later

She zipped up her dark blue dress and put a pair of nude heels to finally finish her outfit. She smiled when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She knew she wasn't ugly; she could clearly see that. She had long blonde hair and baby blue eyes that looked so innocent, despite what they had seen through her life. Her lips were a natural shade of pink that many men stared, dreaming, wishing they could touch the heart shaped, soft complexion. She had a straight, cute nose and her skin was slightly tanned; people would say she went to the beach regularly but she didn't. Her skin tone came from her mother. She was exactly like her mother, physically and personality. She was a replica of Elenaand she was a true Galletti. 

She was happy with the outcome of a whole afternoon going through her wardrobe in order to find the perfect dress for the dinner. She grabbed her purse and walked to the door, mentally checking if everything was in order. After being satisfied, she opened the front door, only to let out a little scream.

(Hannah) "What the hell are you doing here?!"

(Christian) "Where do you think you're going?" – he ignored her question.

She huffed in annoyance and closed the door behind her, having to lean on it due to the proximity there was between their bodies.

(Hannah) "Move, please." – she begged, annoyed.

(Christian) "After you tell me where you're going and if I approve of it."

She crossed her arms trying to somewhat intimidate the dark brown haired man in front of her. But what was happening was the opposite. His taller frame, even if Hannah was wearing heels, was intimidating her. Although she knew very well he'd never hurt her. Not physically at least.