Fiore 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...
Feeling a shift beside me in the bed, I was woken up to a soft sensation pressed against my forehead. Opening my eyes slowly, I caught Piero kissing my forehead as he lent back on his side of the bed noticing I was awake.
"Good morning, amore." He smiled at me.
However, I had no words but only actions to express. I reached out to straddle him, however he was soon to beat me too it. And before I knew it, he was laying right on top of me. I couldn't help but run my hands up his chest, and with that came a chuckle from his lips as they came down to kiss me tenderly.
"What should we do today?" He asked me, breaking apart from the kiss as the sun rose and gleamed through the curtains.
"I was thinking we should stay in bed." I giggled, as he rolled back over and perched up onto his elbow to look at me.
"That would've been a good idea. However, you know what happens today."
"Yes, I know." I sighed, pushing myself to sit upwards, "We've got to pack for the tour. We leave tonight."
"Believe me, amore. It'll be worth it." Piero smiled to me, but I looked away, "What's wrong?"
"Gianluca's just had his birthday. I'm sure he'd want to spend more time with Katia. Ignazio and Melissa haven't rarely seen each other and plus we may not be back in time for you to go to Eurovision..." I muttered, feeling my hands shake in my lap. Piero's hands clenched to mine as he forced me to look at him.
"Fiore." Piero frowned, "Gianluca had a wonderful birthday. He's been to Disney Land with Katia and they had a wonderful time. They went there when you sent them to Paris. Believe me, you did not see the look on his face when he told me about himself and Katia. I was over the moon, and so was he."
"But what about Melissa and Ignazio?" I pouted, resting my forehead against his.
"They're in Disney Land in Florida, again enjoying themselves. They're meeting us in London, everyone is. Now please, Fiore. Don't let yourself get upset about this. They all had a wonderful time, and going on this tour isn't going to make us late for Eurovision. Just think of the musical success you will have if you go." Piero smiled, kissing my lips as a reassurance.
"Okay, if you insist." I giggled, then realization came to my mind, "Say, our first tour day is the 22nd February."
"What about it amore?" Piero questioned me, but then I screamed out the answer.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed, making Piero jump as I flung myself out of the bed and grabbed my phone.
"What?! Amore!? What's on that day!?" Piero shouted, trying to catch my attention.
"February 22nd is Katia's birthday!" I giggled in delight, pressing my phone to my ear, dialing Stella's number.
"How old will she be?" Piero sighed, chuckling to himself after my moment."
"She'll be 20! The same age as Gianluca!" I replied, then hearing Stella's voice on the other side of the phone.
"Miss Lombardi, what is so important that you have to ring me at 6 o'clock in the morning." Stella yawned.
"I'm so sorry, I've just realized something we need to plan for the tour."
"What's that?" Stella sighed as I could hear her shuffle around for a piece of paper and pen.
"Katia's birthday is on the first tour date, in London. I was wondering we could do something to distract her and then have the orchestra play happy birthday with everyone applauding."
"Okay..." Stella replied short and simply, "I'll make the quick arrangements and then we'll prepare everything when you land safely in London."
"Thank you so much, Stella." I giggled, ending the phone call to open the closet.
Picking today's outfit that consisted of a white crop-top, blue button up jacket and matching ripped jeans. I slipped on some white trainers and walked out of the bedroom to allow Piero to get changed. Entering the kitchen, I opened the fridge and found some left over pancakes to bite on. Pulling the plate out of the fridge, I placed it upon the counter and grabbed a fork to dig into the homemade pancakes my mother made for me and Piero. Piero then came rushing into the kitchen, in the process of putting his brown trench coat over his shoulders. He came quickly to my side, placed a quick and simple kiss to my cheek before getting ready to leave. But, I had no clue where he was going.
Before I could reach out to him and ask where he was going, he shut the door with a simple smile and left me alone in the house. I sighed, putting my half eaten pancakes back into the fridge and approached the conservatory extended off from the kitchen. Opening the doors to the garden that faced the sea, I walked out onto the grass and glanced over to the kids playhouse we had especially built by my brother. And that's when, I had something like a vision come to mind.
My future self was sat on the small staircase, watching as future Piero played with a child. The child had long, brown hair like Piero and deep blue eyes like mine. I walked out to where they were playing, but my vision didn't last long. I heard the girl shout "Spin me, Daddy!" before everything faded away.
I snapped, falling to my knees and clenching the grass below me. I tried to compose myself as a hand to my shoulder made me jump. When I turned around, I saw Melissa in her navy blue coat and Ignazio by her side.
"Fiore? Are you alright?"
"You..."
"You came home..."
To Be Continued
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