The Italian sun shone brightly, lifting my spirits ever so slightly. We walked back to our flat from the airport as we knew our way inside out. Contently, we stopped off at our local bakers, had a long chat to the owner; Marco. I chomped on my bread and jam because it was so lovely to have that taste back in my soul, something that made me feel better about my issues.
My phone just buzzed. It was Clarke. 'Hey, I didn't know who had gone. My dad expected it but he just wanted me to tell your mother that he still loves her. And he's got something to ask her. It includes a ring.'
Oh my Jesus! Derek is going to ask my mother to marry him.
"Mother. I, I need to tell you something. Outside please. Sorry Marco." We stepped outside, onto the busy side street.
"What is it darling? Are you ok?" I just spat it all out...
"Derek's going to propose to you!"
"Oh my. I, I need to phone him. Now!" She looked agitated, nervous, she was sweating. Mother never sweats. Whenever the water ran out in our little flat, she still looked clean, fresh and beautiful.
Something was wrong, I knew it.
I needed to speak to someone and that person wasn't Clarke. I was ignoring him, ignoring my feelings towards him. I needed to talk to Baizen.
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'Little bold one'
Teen FictionDelicate, independent Calvina came to England when she was 14 with only a few words of English in her intellectual head. 'Little bold one'. The meaning of her name yet so different from her true self. She tells her new step brother, Clarke, everythi...
