Drunken Mistake..........or not? #Wattys2015

Knowing Around

Knowing Around

“Uh, hi?” I said as I awkwardly approached the women in the kitchen.

“Good morning Madame!” she said in a deep Italian accent with an infectious

enthusiasm. I smiled.

“Please call me Cassandra.” I said as I moved around, taking in her appearance.

She was in her mid-forties, with whitish hairs that hung in a thick braid at her back.

She was wearing some sort of tunic, which consisted of a simple white top and a

skirt, blue in color with a box pattern, that started just at her waist and flowed just

below her knees. She looked like a typical Italian nanny.

“Ci dispiace, ma non so il tuo nome.”( Sorry, but I don’t know your name.)  I said in her native tongue as I moved closer

to the stove to see what she was cooking for breakfast. She looked up at me in

surprise, the a slow smile started spreading on her face as she continued cooking.

“Oh, le mie scuse signora .... Cassandra, Il mio nome è Concha. Io sono la

governante.”( Oh, my apologies Madame…. Cassandra, My name is Concha. I

am the housekeeper.) She said while stirring the curry. I walked around the kitchen, feeling

conscious.

When I had come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, I was immensely relieved

to find the room empty. Next, I went clothes hunting. Fifteen minutes and some

twenty drawers later, I was still wrapped in the towel, searching for my clothes

supposedly bought over by Naina. The whole thing was starting to sound fishy now

as I sat on the bed with a huff.

Even my hairs had started drying for crying out loud!

And there’s no way in hell I’m going to ask him for help!

Seething in anger, I stomped towards Salvatore’s main closet and yanked it open,

fully intent on taking out one of his most expensive shirts and wearing it but what do

I find, take a long, wild guess………. My clothes! Vola! I search the whole freaking

room and he has MY clothes in HIS closet! Damn him!

I grudgingly take out my clothes, which consist of a sundress and the rest of my

undergarments. She had the liberty to bring any of my dresses but what does she

bring, a sundress. A freaking sundress!

“I’m so gonna kill her!” I mumbled in anger as I took out my clothes and

proceeded towards the bathroom to change.

Since I had no idea what-so-ever about my footwear, and I was way too hungry to

stall and go on another hunting mission, I decide to go out barefoot. I padded out of

the room, towards the kitchen, which is where I currently am, only to find Concha

anxiously waiting for me. Without Salvatore, thank god. Guess I felt grudging

gratitude towards him for not telling her about my relation to him, but all by

gratitude evaporated when I saw her taking in my appearance, appraising me.

I gritted my teeth, but was thankful when she called me Madame and not Mrs.

Giordano. I swear, I would’ve hunted and then strangled him for putting his claim on

me like that.

“Cosa stai facendo?”( What are you making?)  I asked, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Frittata con erbe fresche e formaggio Romano con salsa rossa piccante e un po

cannoli.”( Omelet with Fresh Herbs & Romano Cheese with spicy red sauce

and some cannoli)  She said, as I started to drool over the cannoli’s.

“Quanto tempo ci vorrà?”(How long is it going to take?) I asked helplessly, my mouth watering and stomach

growling.

“Just a few more minutes.” She said chuckling, thankfully opting to speak in

English.

“Here, let me help you with that.” I said, taking the knife from her hand and

chopping the unions. She looked at me in surprise.

“You don’t have to, it’s a part my job.” She protested in her heavily accented

English.

“I know, but I will feel better helping you. You can’t expect me to just stand there

while you do everything.” She opened her mouth in protest but I cut her off. “And

besides, this way this way the work will be done faster.” She swallowed her protest

and started working on the sauce with a small smile on her face.

We worked in synchronization, with me asking occasional questions and her

answering them with patience. While I was whipping the cream, I felt a strange tug.

I turned around and looked at the hall but found nothing. Strange. I shrugged and

continued working.

 “Finished!” Concha exclaimed in delight.

“Finally!” I moaned, hungrier than ever. I started picking the platters but she took

them out of my hand and placed them back on the counter.

“Va 'a chiamare Salvatore.”(Go call Salvatore.)  She said, trying to shoo me away. I opened my mouth

but she cut me off. “He’s in his study.” When I didn’t budge, she gave me a light

shove. “Andare.”(Go) She said in conviction, leaving no room for arguing. I pouted as I

walked away, in search of my dearest husband……….

Another new chapter! Yaay! ^^

Damn! With the speed I’m updating, I might be able to finish this story in

roughly two months! (Well, let’s hope!) ;)

Okay, so there’s no Salvatore today, but this chapter was kinda necessary,

you know for building the character’s and relations and all that stuff……!!

To make it up to you, next chapter will not only have Salvatore but

(drumroll)……...……………. Naina and Santiago! Bonus!

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Much love,

Anna