Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 32 -

Ciao Bellezza,

You've been so patient with me I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate that. I couldn't let another day pass without dropping one on you. Busy busy these past few months. That established ... I hope this chapter is worthwhile. Thank you for being kind to me.

Here's the Thirty-second installation of Italian Coffee House.

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 32

*Nick*

"You little rascals!" Papa exhaled, scanning the foyer with great interest, taking it all in. Earlier, I decided that it was best to hang the Birthday Banner over the entrance to the living area. It seemed an effective place as any and rightfully so as it immediately caught his eye. A grin the likes of the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland crossed his features. Ever the opportunist, Tionnè pounced at the chance to capture the moment with her Polaroid camera. A flash discharged in his direction, causing him to blink a few times, his eyes readjusting to the intimate lighting cast along the foyer. Tey crowned him with possibly the most ridiculously juvenile party she could find in the store.

Krysta approached them, blowing a party horn in his face, laughing as a result of her folly and his initial shock just in time for Tey to take another picture. One we'd most certainly appraise in the years to come. When she'd be a great aunt, visiting from college to spoil her nephews and nieces rotten. Catching up on their progress with her sister-in-law, whom by then might be expecting a little one in her womb, if I had anything to do with it. Dear God, I'm a bundle of nerves just thinking about our promising future. Krysta's laughed caught my attention as she proceeded to perform a secret handshake with him. It was near impossible to envision a time where my sister laughed as deeply as she had just then. There was no such event to recall, possibly because it was just us two and though we were a family in our own right, there always seemed to be something amiss. Now, all the pieces of our puzzle appeared to be coming together quite nicely.

It seemed rather absurd, though impossible to deny. Seeing her in such a carefree element cemented that reality. I'd done my best for her, gone to great lengths to make her happy and yet, I couldn't give her everything. It was arrogant of me to think otherwise. However, it didn't stop me in the least from trying everything in my power to make it so. Moreover, by mere coincidence, I found Ada or rather she found me, unraveling the chain of events that lead up to this moment. Lost time. In a narrative, compensating for the harshness of life.

"Happy Earth-strong Papa," Ada's faint yet therapeutic voice caught my ear, bringing me from my bittersweet castle in the air. The sound of her laugh filled the room, prompting me to stop and take notice. God knows how much I loved her laugh. Even if it may not be the most usual of sorts. To those who were fortunate enough to hear, it was like getting a glimpse of Heaven.

She gave her Papa a peck on his cheek before whispering something in his ear, which coaxed laughter from deep within his chest. It was truly endearing to witness their jovial side, especially after learning of the tragic hand life had dealt them. At times, I pondered why they didn't turn out drastically different. Take me for example. It was almost surreal cracking a smile, or even, offering affectionate gestures. I wasn't usually so open to hugs no matter how crass that sounds. I grew up in a home where hugs weren't even a daily supplement. Yet, it seemed to occur ofttimes where Ada was involved. She unlocked me.