The break feels good. It makes me realise how much I miss Italy, it pains me to think about us living in England if my mother accepts Derek's proposal. But, if it makes my mother happy then I suppose I'll go along with it. Wait, I've just realised what that means: me and Clarke will become step siblings. I can't have any feelings for him if we're practically family.
I ring Clarke up and although I feel guilty that I've broken my personal promise, I desperately need to get hold of him, no matter how much the phone bill will be.
"Hey, it's me."
"Ah, Calvina." He instantly recognises my voice which gives me butterflies.
"I told my mother about Derek's proposal, I hope you don't mind."
"I've cause I don't, I would never be angry at you. Ever."
"I don't want them to get married." I blurted out. There was a long pause.
"You don't? And why might that be!?" He had sarcasm in his question. I knew I needed to be truthful no matter how embarrassing it may be.
"You know why. I don't want to say it out loud, you know I don't, you know me." He giggled.
"Ok. So I'll see you in a week. We'll see what will happen next when we see each other in person. I just want you to know that I have no doubts about my feelings towards you." It took me a while to reply.
"Nor do I."
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'Little bold one'
JugendliteraturDelicate, 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...
