When the story of Fiore's supposed engagement to Piero reaches Katia. Katia recalls on her past once more, the one she was trying to forget for many years. Now that she's with a famous band member, Gianluca Ginoble, she finds it hard not being able...
Shutting the door quietly, I briskly walked across the courtyard into the main part of my mother's house. Walking up the stairs, I approach into the small kitchen where it smelt like breakfast had already been cooked. I thought I heard my brother up early this morning, as he had left a note on the kitchen counter for my mother when she decided to wake up. With a morning smile, I fill the kettle up with water and allow it to boil. Making myself a warm cup of coffee in order to wake me up from what happened the night before.
I felt as if I was in the blame for what had happened. Seeing Gianluca so bruised up and hurt, it made me feel as if it was all my fault that I didn't realize what had happened until I got there. My father is so sneaky when coming to things like this, I hate it even when he promises me he won't. Because we all know, he'll continue to do whatever it takes to please him and himself only.
I made my way back up to my bedroom after the guilt debate I had with myself in the kitchen, and I could hear a low humming sound coming from the door. He was awake, thank god! I flung the door open quicker than you could say a curse word and there he was, laying there in bed, on his phone.
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When he glanced up to me, I felt as if his eyes were searching across every inch of my body. Gosh, he does this every morning. I felt as if I wanted to speak, but every time his eyes looked me over for something it made me feel weak and innocent as if I was a toy to play with.
"Gian." I quickly interrupted him, causing him to stare in shock.
"What, amore?" Gosh, his Italian accent was strong in the morning.
"You're doing it again, the eye thing."
That seemed to catch him off guard! The huge blush that formed on his face made him sink down into the covers as he placed his phone on the side table. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Gianluca always acted like a child when he woke up. As I approached his side of the bed, I laid down a cup of tea that he enjoys drinking. When I last visited the UK during a tour of me, Melissa and Fiore's album for our band, he tagged along. Il Volo had just finished their last tour for a while, and Gianluca at the time was ill. Well, just from the common cold. He over exaggerated as if he were dying, that's Gian for you. But anyway, we had gone to this coffee shop that I loved going for a slice of cake with my mother and brother after school. We'd always get this herbal tea that I enjoyed. And when I took Gianluca there, his face lit up with excitement and wanted me to bring some of it back to Italy. So now I have to order some whenever we run out, just to make sure I can keep my Italian boyfriend happy.
"There's some tension on your shoulders, amore." Gianluca noticed straight away, as he pulled me under the covers before I could even protest. He perched up on his elbow as his palm caressed my cheek, "What's wrong? I've never seen you so mad."
"I'm just annoyed with what happened recently, it seems like me and you can never get away."
"Tell me about it, I've had Piero on my case since I started dating you."
