Life As a Masterpiece

Chapter Nine:

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

After last night Izzy's went to her old bedroom and wallowed in her old memories of loving her room. She can almost hear her 8 year-old self laughing while jumping on the bed.

She walked out from her room, smiling to herself as she walks down the hallway into the corridor, spotting the piano she used to get lessons to play for.

  "Hmm," She hummed a tune she used to play all the time, feeling the feeling of being truly happy.

   "I'm sure you were wonderful," A deep voice spoke behind her, she turned around to find a dark figure in the shadows coming from the balcony from up above. "You should play again for me, you'd look beautiful doing it." You can almost hear the smirk in her voice as he spoke and she hated it, so she laughed.

   "Who are you, and what the hell do you want?" She spoke with hatred dripping from each word. And the mystery guy chuckled and moved into the light. His olive skin was perfect, not one imperfection in sight and it made her breathless. And as he strolled forward his eyes were as bright as healthy grass that got freshly watered, bright as hell. The tight black T-shirt he wore complimented him so well her mouth watered. And he spoke again, the sexy Italian accent she didn't notice before made her knees weak.. "I believe you're my bride to be."

She snapped out of the trace he put her in with his beautiful appearance and she laughed, "Are you flirting with me?" Not that she minded, she would let him every second of the day.

  "No, I'm serious. But I'm surprised you don't recognize me. We were rather acquainted when we were teens, very close actually." He said as he reached Izzy, brushing the hair away from her neck and kissing it softly where the hair was absent.

  "You actually used to scream my name.. But when you weren't doing that, you were calling me the devil..."