Second In Line

Chapter 1: Camila

I smiled, as I stared out my grand window into the canal bellow. A gondola sailed by as the gondolier hummed a tune as he paddled by. The passengers were a family, I could tell they were tourists. The youngest child giggled and tugged on his mom's arm as he pointed at the old buildings and people who casually walked the streets. The little boy had the brightest blue, and curly brunette hair.  His mother teased him and hugged him affectionately, and in a way it made me sick. Like the world was taunting me. I felt a prick in my eye, and my stomach tighten up as memories came swirling back.

I quickly wiped my eyes before shouting, aggravated behind my back towards the person who stood behind me, "Che cosa è Maria?" (what is it Maria) I questioned not bothering to turn my head.

She obviously was a little shaken up by my stern voice that clearly stated that I wasn't in the mood to speak to her, "Dione è qui per parlare con voi," (Dione is here to speak with you) her voice shook slightly as she spoke.

I let out an irritated sigh, fin

ally turning to face her, "Che cosa vuole?" (What does he want?) I questioned.

She seemed to get a hold of her ground a little better. Good for her, I mentally thought, she's finally sticking up for herself. Internally chuckled, stupid, faint-hearted, fragile human. "lui non mi ha detto, ha appena presentati," (he did not tell me, he just showed up) she explained trying her hardest to stay strong, it was really hilarious actually to see her trying to stand up for herself for once. "Devo entrare?" (Should I let him in?)

I let out another sigh before agreeing, as I muttered, "Dove sono Nicholas?" (Where's Nicholas?) under my breathe.

Maria entered the room again this time with Dione by her side.

"Rosa!" he smiled, using my fake name. I mentally cringed at the sound of it. It was so common it annoyed me. But strangely it was starting to wear off on me.

"Dione," I fake smiled back "Cosa stai facendo di nuovo qui?" (What are you doing back here?) I asked somewhat bitterly.

I breathed out slowly before pushing further, "Che tipo di difficoltà?" (What kind of difficulties?) I knew fairly well what he was talking about, but wouldn't believe it until I heard the words come from his mouth.

"Hanno trovato la tua posizione e stanno inviando truppe su come si parla," (They've found your location and are sending troops over as we speak). He spoke so cooly, acting like it was know big deal. His expression remained completely serious as he continued speaking, "Ora sono stato informato che sei il fratello e sta pensando di incontrarvi a Sporanzo," (Now I've been informed that you're brother and he's planning on meeting you in Sporanzo)"

I ran my hands through my hair letting out another long sigh, "Quanto tempo abbiamo, e dove ci stiamo muovendo?" (How much time do we have, and where are we moving). I couldn't believe this was happening again. I was finally comfortable. I liked Italy the thought of leaving killed me.

"sono entrati nella città, quindi direi, abbastanza tempo per fare le valigie e incontrare tuo fratello, si sta andando in America. Ho bisogno di te per rinfrescare il tuo accento inglese e americano" (they have entered the city, so I would say, enough time to pack your bags and meet your brother, you're going to America. I need you to freshen up on your English and American accent), he stated seriously, obviously not taking note of the fact of how bitter I was on the matter.

"I'm perfectly good  at my english and american accent," I stated matter-of-factly.

"None the less I need you to become comfortable with the language and the accent," his response was cool and collected, showing how use to, he is to me. He checked his watch before finishing the conversation, "I'm sending Rocco over to bring you to where you're brother is, so I suggest you start packing after I leave."