Made of Steel

21. Happy New Year

He is so handsome...

A single kiss from him and I just forget rest of the world.

I would have liked to meet him before, when he had not yet closed to emotions and instead I was trapped in my sad reality. Perhaps the facts had been given otherwise and I would not have had to flee in the first place. Maybe we would have ...

'But what am I thinking?'

'No', a little voice in my head replies. 'The correct question is, what are you feeling?"'

'Feeling?'

'Part B will guarantee the non -disposition to develop a romantic relationship with Part A. Otherwise, this contract will be annulled with immediate effect', I remember the most important clause of the agreement.

'You can't fall in love with him, Cassandra'

'It's not real'

I repeat phrases again and again in my mind until I manage to calm down a little. Then, the imposing figure of the devil Frost reappears in front of my eyes.

'What happens?', my husband asks while closing my field of vision. However, I still see Dean even after closing my eyes. Adriano poses his hands on my shoulders and an involuntary tremor shakes my body violently. "Are you cold?"

My legs are shaking and he must sustain me to avoid me not to hit myself against the ground.

"Cassandra?"

"I ...". I hesitate.

'What happens to me?'

'Am I suffering a panic attack?'

"I don't feel well. We can go home?"

The Italian refers to covering my shoulders with his sack and nod before saying goodbye to guests with few words. By the counter, I can only laugh without even opening my mouth.

I'm scared? The answer is clear: Yes. I fear for me, because I have damaged someone with my decisions to such an extent that he wishes to return the blow. I fear so much what Adriano can think or ask and how I can feel about it.

"We will leave the kids here", he reports as we head towards the car, of course, surrounded by his gorillas. Not even my father had so much safety.

Phone vibrates in my hand announcing a call, but I do not dare to look at it. Therefore, I inhale with force while recringing my head on the back of the seat and I close my eyes to finish exhaling.

Night was being magical. How did it change from one moment to another? It's as if last days I would have been living inside a bubble.

The cell phone continues to sound, but I ignore it. However, when I opened my eyes I find my husband's inquisitive look.

"Do not you plan to answer?". He looks at my hand with interest. "Who is Gia?"

'Gia!', I remember.

Immediately I raise the phone to toure with five missed calls. I had forgotten her completely.

"She is my secretary", I answer while sending a quick message. Right now I do not want to talk to anyone.

In less than five minutes we arrived at the mansion. In other circumstances I would ask him funny why we traveled by car to go around the corner, but now I am too nervous.

When I get off the car, a notification of a message jumps and automatically, I'm going to read it thinking that is my secretary. However, my worst fear comes true when viewing the screen.

'I wait for you tomorrow at ten o'clock in the cafe pavillion. If you do not come, I'll get angry and I'll go find you and you know I do not behave very well when I get angry, love'.

The knot bursts and I can not resist more. A drop of cold sweat runs on my back at the same time as hands make me butter. Unable to avoid it, phone falls from my hands.

"Cassandra?". My husband returns to his steps to approach me. "What's going on?"

I see him crouching to pick up the device and I try to stop him, but my own body does not respond.

Little by little, he stands up without looking away from cell phone's screen. Tension in his muscles is visible next to contained anger. It's as if everything happened in front of my eyes in slow motion without being able to do anything at all.

"Why did not fucking cell phone break?'

"Adriano..."

"What does this mean?". He faces me with his burning blue spheres. "Since when do you communicate with your ex boyfriend?"

My eyes open wide as if they were going to get out of my body.

'How does he know Dean's number?'

"Answer me, Cassandra".

I take a deep breath and I drink saliva to return to my five senses. Definitely the honeymoon has finished.

"We have to talk, Adriano".