Giovanni De Rege

Chapter 24

''They were sick.''

Dante gave his son a soft push. ''Aren't you going to introduce yourself?''

The black-haired boy held out his hand, a shy blush forming on his cheeks. ''Angelo.''

''And I am Isabella.'' She shook his hand with a warm smile.

Unlike Caterina, Angelo was timid around strangers. It would take some time to get used to the new faces.

''And how old are you two?''

Caterina expressed her age by putting her hand in the air. ''Five!''

''Seven,'' said Angelo in between bites of his breakfast.

''Is she the one you were talking about, Papà?'' Caterina asked her father.

''Sì, they'll be staying with us for a while.''

Caterina gasped. ''Are you the one who is going to marry Uncle Giovanni?''

Isabella choked on her coffee at the question. While Dante tried to contain his laugh, Raffaele didn't hold back and barked one out.

They are adorable but these kids have no filter whatsoever.

''I would pay money for Giovanni to be here right now.'' Raffaele's eyes began tearing up. ''Then again, I already have a good idea what his answer would be. ''

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Later that day, Isabella sought peace and quiet which wasn't a challenge considering the mansion's size. She went to the garden – though calling it a lawn would be more appropriate – to read a book under the shadow of a large tree.

The pages didn't get to see the light as it got closed again. The sound of someone hiccupping caught her attention. It seemed to be coming from inside the shed. The book was left on the mowed grass and the tree got deserted. Isabella peeked inside the shed, her heart splitting in two at the sight of a crying Angelo. Not being able to leave it alone, she went inside and joined him on the dusty floor.

Angelo lifted his gaze, surprised to see Isabella but no words left his mouth.

''What happened?'' Isabella asked carefully in a soft tone.

''It's Caterina's birthday in two days. She's turning six,'' he mumbled whilst hiccupping. ''I can't finish it in time.'' Tears pearled down his red cheeks as he pointed at a half-finished dollhouse.

Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. The detail in the self-made dollhouse was impressive. Hundreds of popsicle sticks and toothpicks had been used by Angelo. She knew right away he truly cherished his sister judging by the time it must have taken to create it.

Isabella gently stroked his back. ''And what if I help you?''

''You will?'' he asked in a hopeful tone to which Isabella hummed a 'yes'.

''Thank you.'' He gave a shy smile.

The sky had become a darker shade of blue and they were still working hard on Caterina's birthday present. When the door of the shed swung open, Isabella and Angelo got startled. It was Silvio who had come to pay a visit.

''This is where you have been hiding all day,'' Silvio mused to his grandson. ''Your mother is calling you. It's time for you to go to bed young man.''

Angelo put up a fight, wanting to continue on his little project.

''Isn't it fine? Look how far you've gotten. It's almost finished.'' Isabella smiled at Angelo. ''I'm sure you will be able to wrap it up tomorrow.''

Angelo was in deep thought, trying to figure out whether to believe her or not. Finally, he nodded.

''Now, hurry up! Your mother is waiting and you need to take a bath. Look how dirty your clothes have gotten.'' Silvio sighed and his grandson complied, leaving the shed.

Silvio sat on a stool and picked up a handful of popsicle sticks. The old man would take it upon himself to finish the present. He was a doting grandfather and would do anything to make his grandchildren happy.

''That boy has been so excited to show this to his sister.'' Creases near his eyes got revealed as he smiled. ''It's all he seems to talk about these days.'' He began working on the roof of the miniature house.

''I can imagine.''

''Giovanni informed me on the...situation. I hope it hasn't gotten you all too shaken up.''

''I'm doing better now. Thank you for your concern and for letting my family stay here.''

''Don't mention it. It's only natural my son wants to do good for someone he's with.'' His blue eyes met her green ones.