"Good morning, Fiore. I see your early today."
"Good morning, Mr Ramono..." I yawned sleepily, "I didn't want to be late. I know that your shop gets busy this time of year."
"No need to fret my child." He smiled to me, "I have some fresh bread that should be finished by now. Could you get them out for me and put them on the shelf?"
"Sure." I nodded.
As I went to head to the kitchen, I notice the bakery door fly open. And to my surprise, it was Ignazio.
"Ignazio!" Mr Ramono cheered, "How good to see you. What can I get you today?"
"It's good to see you, Mr Ramono." Ignazio smiled, "I was wondering if you had that order I talked to you about over the phone. Fiore mustn't know that I've come to collect it."
"I think it's too late for that now Ignazio." Mr Ramono chuckled as he pointed over to me looking from the kitchen doorway, "She's watching. I swear she's like a hawk with her deep blue eyes."
"Mr Ramono, let me remind you that you have customers to serve. I'll handle Ignazio." I sighed, "Come on through, Ignazio."
I took Ignazio to the top part of the bakery. Even though it was used for a storage area, it was still suitable for me to both work and talk at the same time. Ignazio, as I watched him carefully, approached a set of boxes and decided to sit on them. As I monitored what he was doing cautiously, I witnessed him grabbing hold of his phone out of his pocket. Little did he know, I was watching his every move. He pulled up a text message, and as his back was turned to me, I saw him type a message in Piero in Italian. It said:
"Piero, Fiore is fine. Doesn't seem ill one bit. I don't understand why you're concerned for her. If she was ill she would've told you by now. I'll ask her if anythings wrong, but I highly doubt she'll answer."
My face snapped. I briskly walked to him and grabbed tight to his shoulders, allowing him to let out the most feminine scream I've ever heard escape his lips. He turned around to me, fear in his eyes as he rose to his feet. I stared him down, even though I was shorter than him, I had direct eye contact with him. I placed one finger on his chest, anger filling my facial expression.
"Ignazio Boschetto, tell me what you're up to or you're in big trouble Mr." I spoke, my voice filled with irritation and rage.
"Alright!" He exclaimed, "Piero was concerned about you. He saw a photo of you, Katia and Melissa out one night and saw that you looked very slim and pale. He just wanted me to check up on you while you were working."
"Well, I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me. Yeah, I barley eat anything everyday. But that's just me Ignazio. I've been like that ever since I was little." I sighed, sitting down where he sat before, "Honestly, Ignazio. To think that when I was 12 I went on a hunger strike for a year. All due to missing you guys."
"No, you shouldn't have done that Fiore." Ignazio consoled me, "It wasn't your fault that you had to go to the United Kingdom. I admit, that place is wonderful and so beautiful at night time. You very well know that it was for your own good, we all do."
"But, Ignazio." I replied, about to cry tears, "I love Piero to bits. I always have been in love with him. Only thing is, I have no idea of how to express my emotions because this is my first relationship."
"Listen, Fiore." Ignazio finally sighed, "I will help you. I will ask Mr Ramono if I can work this shift with you. Then, we can go buy you some clothes or makeup. I'll treat you to some food, and then we can talk to Piero about this."
"No!" I shouted in a hurry, taking his hands in mine, "Piero isn't to know about this. I want it to stay between us. Besides, if we went out then I'm sure my Auntie has the local media around to try and set me up. Please, Ignazio, don't tell Piero! I beg of you!"
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One True Love | Il Volo FanFic
RomanceFiore Lombardi is forced to move to the United Kingdom when she was just a small child. Originally born in Venice, she returns back to Italy at the age of 18 only to discover that her childhood friends and potential lovers have grew to become a famo...