Return of a Broken Heart

Twelve - All That Glitters

They didn't. German chickened out. As usual. Angie's pretty angry about it. When he tries to explain she shuns him. When he asks her again she leaves. She also slams the door so hard that it rings through out the room.

German sits, stunned beyond words at what has just happened.

Priscila. I'm supposed to be getting married.

He slouches in his seat and buries his head in his hands. He will have to explain this to his fiancé. How would he do that? She would be angry. Who could blame her? Violetta would hate him. She was angry after Geremias. After this, if she found out he was being unloyal to his next partner, she wouldn't be able to forgive him.

The actual truth, however, is that Violetta would be happy that they almost kissed. She has secretly wanted them to be together ever since she first saw them together. So did everyone else.

Except Pablo. Angie told him what happened. He blew up. She gave him good enough answers, the only ones she could build up, but he wouldn't accept them. He told her that if she ever left the house again, she should never go back.

Angie felt like she had been slapped in the face. Pablo didn't like how she felt towards German. He never would like it.

Priscila thought she would buy a gift for the shortly-to-be sisters. She hadn't bought Violetta's gift yet. Ludmila was her daughter. She would buy hers first.

The door to Ludmila's bedroom opened. She would look through the things in her bedroom to see what she would like. There were leopard printed belts and dresses hung up, along with a guitar on the far wall. Maybe she would get something for her guitar. Perhaps she could but a fancy guitar pick? No, she could do much better than that. She started picking up things in her room. As well as putting them down as soon as she touched them.

Somehow, something caught her eye. She nudged a few things out of the way before getting her hands on it.

This would be perfect, she thought, for Violetta.

She clutched the gold embroidered brooch before looking behind her. The coast was clear, no one was there. She put it carefully into her pocket.

"Priscila!" She nearly jumped out of her skin.

"German, darling!" She made sure not to look like she was doing anything suspicious. The brooch slipped into her pocket. It sat there, like a cold lump.

He was bound to ask her something. Whether it was the reason for her being in her daughter's room or why she had something of her's... (He didn't see her with the brooch, did he?) Perhaps he would tell her that dinner was ready. She looked at her timepiece. Even though it was only ten o'clock in the morning? Stupid, stupid, stupid. She waited to see what he would say.

"Are you feeling alright?" She said that she was. He nodded.

"Are you?" Something was off about German. It seemed like he had done something he shouldn't have. Or perhaps tried to, but couldn't go through with it. She smiled to herself. He would tell her. If he didn't have the guts to, it would come out anyway.

As he left the room, her mind turned as to how she would make this brooch a present for Violetta.