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"Arancini isn't the most fascinating thing on the menu, Coniglia." he commented, taking a long sip from his glass of stark red wine. "You clearly have no taste."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "And what is it on the menu that surpasses...
Chapter inspiration: F.R.I.E.N.D.S-S10, Episode 16; Rachel says goodbye to Ross
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It had become ritual for me to avoid Raffaele—ever since Clementine's outburst, I could not risk it. And as expected, he had noticed. He was observant, having realised that I was doing so when I stopped answering his texts.
His last message had said that he would give me space, if that's what I wanted.
On the fifth day, he pursued me in my room, rapping lightly as he waited for me on the other side. I had hid in the bathroom, hoping and praying that he would give up and just leave. Thankfully he did, but not before muttering an I miss you through the door.
Thinking about that made my heart explode.
There was a week before the wedding, and since everyone now knew about it, that's all that that was ever discussed. Fio, good on her, always escaped to her garden whenever Clementine would force us all to listen to her plans.
At this point, we might as well tag the invites as Clementine's marriage to herself, because every tiny detail had to be tailored to her taste.
What food did Clementine want; what venue would make Clementine happy; what dresses should Clementine's bridesmaids wear (keeping in mind that they absolutely could not outshine her). Heck, she even dictated what the priest would say.
With her father's arrival, it had become so much more difficult for anyone to get a word in. Even Antonio had been shut down, no longer bothered to organise any aspect of the wedding. Not that he rejected the idea-all D'Alimonte's thought Sergio's daughter was insufferable.
Nobody more than Raffaele.
Though I tried not to think about him, it was hard. And on the days when I dared to look at him, even for a second, he already had his eyes glued on me, raising his brows in question, searching my face for an answer, any answer.
But I couldn't give him anything, because I had been defeated. What Clementine said was true-it was selfish of me to tear down the greatest investment Gio had left his family, all because I thought I wanted his grandson to myself.
If I could make it till the end of summer without encountering him, I think I could salvage what remained of my heart. Mom tried to cheer me up, but nothing would fill the hole inside my heart.
There was also Taya, who had kept a far distance away from Marcello. Unlike me, she flicked him off every chance she got, and threatened to cut his dick off he didn't "leave her the fuck alone."
