The Other Side of the Story

Chapter 17

I was up bright and early for my tour around Venice. It was a beautiful day to explore now I only have to convince my family to let me out by myself.

“Goodmorning Fernandez family!” I greeted to my family.

“You’re lively today mi amore. What has got you in a good mood?” Uncle Rowan asked sipping his coffee.

“I am in a good mood because my dad will let me go on a tour around Venice alone?” I was hopeful that I could finally go out. The restraining order against Jacob was finalized but they were still careful but no one knew that my family went to Italy to spend Christmas so it was safe.

“No.” A mono syllabic answer that made me sulk and be grumpy. Aunt Laticia laughed.

“Let her go. She’s safe here. Plus she’s familiar with the place so she won’t get lost. Let her be by herself sometimes. It’s ok cara. You can go. I’ll handle your father and mother.” She pinched my cheeks and laughed at my excited face.

“Thank you! Now I remember why I love you.” I said and ran upstairs to shower and get my things.

An hour later I was ready. Wearing my black boots over my blue skinny jeans and my leather jacket over my violet long sleeve dress shirt. I had a scarf around my neck and my sling bag on the bed. I brought money, my phone and my camera. I was so ready to go.

“I’m going. Bye guys. I’ll be back later tonight!” I shouted and excitedly ran out. The fresh air was magnificent. I loved it.

First, I went to the Piazza San Marco to idle and take pictures. Some people would greet me and I would do the same. Then, I went to visit Saint Mark’s Basilica. It was grand and beautiful. By that time I was hungry at tired. I was only walking. Call it stupid but when touring its best to walk so you could see everything. I walked until I saw a little café and went to eat there.

I was scanning my pictures when a voice interrupted my peaceful lunch. “È questa sede aperta? (Is this seat open?)” A voice asked. Thankfully I’m fluent in few languages and it included Italian.

“Sì, è. (Yes, it is)” I replied not looking up. The car scraped the floor and I heard a thud. I guess he invited himself to seat.

“Il tuo accento è diverso. Tu non sei italiano? (Your accent is different. Are you not Italian?)” The voice asked. Now that he mentioned it he had a thick Italian accent and the voice was deep and husky. I looked up to see a beautiful guy staring at me with a little grin on his face.

“No, non lo sono. Io sono americano. (No, I'm not. I'm American.)” I replied.

“Americano? Eppure così fluente in italiano. Bellezza e cervello, vedo. (American? And yet so fluent in Italian. Beauty and brains, I see.)” He winked at me and that made me laugh.

“Ah, affascinante. E 'questo il tratto di voi italiani? (Ah, charming. Is that the trait of you Italians?)” I was flirting but its ok. I’m not going to take it any further than that. Technically, I was still dating Micale.

“No, ma non si può resistere a una bellezza come te. Italiano suona sexy da voi. (No but you can't resist a beauty like you. Italian sounds sexy from you.)” He had that seductive look. If I was innocent I would totally fall for him but I’m not. I’m used to those seductive and lustful stares from men. I didn’t care anymore. I laughed at his tries.

“Seduzione? Mi dispiace, ma io sto preso. Anche se ho potuto usare un amico, ma niente di più di che ho paura non è possibile. (Seduction? I'm sorry but i'm taken. Though i could use a friend but anything more than that i'm afraid is not possible.)” I said when I sobered up from laughing. He looked shocked but laughed.