Love you more

Ti amo di più

Faye:

After returning from the time abroad with my bridesmaids, Giovanni and me decided to look for some wedding locations. Since we both struggle to make decisions, we took our bridesmaids and friends along - also because it would be far more entertaining that way.

The location that we vist today - a beautiful garden in London with loads of flowers - is more than stunning. The best thing is, it's not too far away for my parents either. Giovanni's parents will come by plane but we'll pick them up from the airport, which luckily isn't too far away either. When we told Giovanni's parents about our engagement, they got so emotional... even Giovanni's dad who isn't emotional at all - but I still recall when I met him for the first time. We didn't understood each other due to the languages difficulties but he showed me pictures of Giovanni when he was still a young dancer in Sicily, or how he was in their garden, or making Spagetti.

"Fluff, careful before you walk against a door." Claire smiles, bringing me back from my daydream but almost falling over herself. Yes Claire is definitely positively crazy about being a bridesmaid and likely she's even happier about the fact that, as soon as we chose a location, she'll help us decorating. In fact she already volunteered to make the wedding cake. 

"Look." Ashley says. "Imagine if there's a huge swing and you'll be on it with your wedding dress... sitting on Giovanni's lap. That would make a lovely picture."

"Don't make me more excited than I already am." I laugh. "Do you think that this location would look good with some yellow and golden features? Maybe even some silver?"

"That's why we're here." Claire announces proudly. "So, what else? I mean, the garden is definitely huge and we'd have lots of space for all the guests. And you see that area over there? We could have a dance floor and a little stage. Like in our music video." Claire laughs. "The previous location didn't have space for a dancefloor... just saying."

I look over to the garden that still a bit lost compared to how luxurious I've seen some wedding location being. To say that I'm nervous and excited would be an understatement. The wedding will be in roughly two months and with buying a wedding dress and looking at locations, it only gets even more exciting. Did I also wanted to get married - yes. Have I thought that someone would ever love me - no.

"I take the fact that you've been staring into nowhere for the past few minutes as a yes, come on." Claire laughs, taking me by the hands. Ashley grins, before following us - seeming still stunned by the location.

Giovanni looks as if he'd never seen a garden before and Aljaž has to wave his hands in front of Gio's eye to prevent him from just staring into nowhere - probabaly similar to how I've done minutes earlier. They keep randomly standing around, lost in a conversation, so I decide to do the same.

"Okay, look. That's how I imagined it." I say, showing the my bridesmaids a picture that I found online and approved of. It simply looks great. Luxurious but yet not overly posh. It's with a lot of glitter - all sorts of colours including yellow, silver - and gold. Obviously I don't want the wedding to look too posh as I don't want to seem like wanting to show the money we own - it still should be a simple wedding. What's important is that all our family and friends will be there... our parents, the band and Giovanni's Strictly mates as well as several other friends.

"What do you think?" Lisa asks. "The location looks stunning, isn't it?"

"It is. I think... I think Gio approves of that too. He said, he doesn't care about the location as long as he can be with me."

"That's so soft." Ashley laughs.

We all burst into laughter - until I suddenly watch them stopping and looking towards the door, seeing how someone walks into the garden. I don't bother to look, assuming it must be curious journalists who already questioned Giovanni and me at a previous location we were hesitating to decide on. But then I look around, freezing on my spot. It aren't journalists, these guys are James and Charles. The Rockers. With a slight smile, they're approaching us and images start to play in my head immediately. Don't panic, I tell myself. They weren't the ones who hurt me. I'm safe.