Positivity Corner:
Get rid of the 'noise' peace will come out itself.
The ornate around the bed fluttered as the morning air entered though the open windows.
The little clock said five thirty in the morning making me sigh a little and roll over to the other side only to meet with the coldness of the sheets.
Though in mid June the weather was quite bareable and the ceiling fan rotating at full speed did the favour.
But the other side of the bed was still empty, it was still cold. I still couldn't sleep, no matter how the time passed. It was same everynight, I would lay down and try to sleep but only his face would pop up inside my head, haunting me.
Trying hard enough to make me admit that I made a wrong choice, no matter how hard I tried to make myself understand that what I did was the right thing to do. Leaving was the right thing to do, but somewhere in my heart the sobs of my pain would still be heard.
But they were not loud enough to bring tears anymore.
A ping of my phone indicates a text so I roll over again and open the group DM, Ariana had made some months ago, I have no idea how she got this number but when I asked all she did was gave me a wink emo.
And I had left it at that though we conversed rarely I was pretty updated about the family, the only thing they never talked about was Vincent.
It was mostly Ariana sending picture of the baby and Aless. Sarah who had adopted a dog and like that. But like I said it was rare, like once or twice a week a text would appear and we'd talk...after all we all had lives to attend now.
I see the text was nothing about what I wanted to hear instead it said Aless's hound died with a sad face.
'Well he's in heaven' was Sarah response.
'Sorry to hear that' I wrote before turning the power off and putting it under my pillow trying to get a hour more of sleep.
Around seven my eyes opened once again only to see the light coming like radiation through the windows. Groaning I shove my face further into the pillow and close my eyes.
Ten seconds later the heavy pounding on my door makes me groan and huff once again.
"Wake up!" Rico screams from the other side of the door. "I am hungry! Wake up, Rosa!"
"Shut up!" I holler back in hopes he'll quite down but in the end it's the same everyday. He's so lazy that he can't pour milk to his cereals. And that's saying something.
"I am fucking hungry, wake the fuck up, you fat little duck!" He hollers back.
That little bitch! With an angry huff I climb down from the bed wrapping my silky dust blue robe around my shoulder.
"Rosa!" He shouts again, pounding the door with what it looks like, his fist. "I said..."
He doesn't get to say the rest as I open the door and he almost falls on his face but manages to balance himself once again.
"What are you telling about?" I huff.
"Said I was hungry, didn't I?" He grins.
"You don't need to tell like someone's dead." I roll .y eyes and walk out of the room with Rico trailing behind me.
"What are you going to make for breakfast?" He asks as we climb down the stairs.
"Cereals." I say.
"I want pancakes."
I sigh. "I don't want to make pancakes."
"And I also want biscotti."
"I don't want to make biscotti."
"But I want to eat biscotti." He pouts like a five year old, plopping himself down on a kitchen chair as I pour cereals in his bowl and put milk, handing him a spoon.
"Why'd you have to be so lazy?" He mumbles bed re shoving the door down his throat like the uncivil animal he is.
"Papa wants to make a deal with the diner of yours." He mumbles.
"What type?" I ask pouring milk on my corn-flakes.
"You know...for the annual gathering of the families. We're hosting it this year."
"Gathering of families?"
"Yeah? You know in the mid year one of the five families will host a grand get-together, good food, expensive wine...girls." He says dreamily.
"What about it?" Surely back in he states I had heard about the gathering, once the DeMarco family had hosted the event and it was grand. But it was probably three years ago.
More royal then anything I had ever seen in my eyes.
And that means...they will be here.
Vincent will be here.
I feel my self go stiff and numb all at once as I imagine what would it feel like...when he'd be here.
"Are you even listing?" Rico snaps his fingers to gain my attention.
"Yup. What was the deal?" I put some food in my mouth.
"And you know the gathering is in a month and so what and on. The guest will arrive a weak earlier and so The Pearl Palace shall be cleared for ten days and all."
The Pearl Palace was the hotel Papa owned right at the centre of the town.
"The deal, Rico. What's the deal?" I sigh.
"The deserts. Pop wants your lot to make desert for the guests. And all their courses while they stay at The Pearl Palace."
"Oh. Okay."
"And he also told me, before he left..."
"Where'd he go?"
Rico shrugs "America?"
America? In a matter of one night? How can he do that! Especially with his health!
"What?" I snap. "When? Why would he not tell me?"
"Apparently there was some problem with the oil factory that you know pop shares with the Old Don, so he just went to solve all that."
The oil factory? But didn't Vincent's papa owned it all by himself now?
But both of them stayed in touch quite normally, so that might be the least of issue now! But why wouldn't papa tell me before leaving the country?
How irresponsible is that?
"But why didn't he tell me?" I sigh.
"Because he didn't want to worry you." Rico half yells. "You worry like a bamboo."
What? That isn't even a thing?
"I'm gonna call him."
"Well... What he told me was for us to go and select the wine." He says with a bright smile. "And the ice sculpture guy and the hall and all that stuff."
"What?" I gasp. "Who will manage the diner?"
"You." Rico grins.
"Are you insane?" I say with horror.
I mean... honestly? How am I with a guy like Rico go over the plans of such an luxurious event?
Surely there are planners to do that?
And I know next to nothing about these grand events.
He's got to be kidding.
"What about the planner? Do we not have a planner?"
"She's a good for nothing whore." Rico says with a shrug.
I sigh. "Then hire another planner who is good at her job." I say annoyed.
"Well...Pop wants you to do the job!"
"Whatever, Rico." I yell.
"Go on be a lazy duck and leave to suffer and to do the boring jobs!" He huffs. "At least the planner is good in bed."
"You need a life, Rico."
[A|N]
All I want to say I choose your friends wisely or they'll just stab you in the back. That's all.
Question of the chapter:
Volleyball OR Basketball
Volleyball. I can't play basketball cause I am 4'9. Honestly? Don't judge.😭
-November.