Bound to Break

Chapter 22

~Nina POV~

Summer had never felt so nostalgic. The sun shone on the concrete, butterflies fluttered around the bushes, and the pool water looked weirdly delicious. I was so dehydrated. 

"E vorremmo che l'arco fosse laggiù nel colore bianco."

Maria shook her head and instantly scribbled it on her notes. I had no idea what Mama had just said, I just shook my head and said "si" every time the wedding coordinator spoke to me.

Mama translated everything I wanted for the wedding decorations and theme, or at least I prayed she did. She was pretty set on a gold colour theme. I hoped she didn't follow through with that.

Her hands gestured around as she spoke Italian, and when she was finished Maria asked me a question in the language.

I waited for Mama to reply but she only looked at me. "Uh....porque nada vancutto?"

"That's spanish." Mama gritted, and answered for me. If I'd been asked what my favourite curse word was, I'd have every reply in the world but other than that I knew little Italian.

We said our goodbyes to the planner, and I peeked from my sunhat to see Carlos and Raul together. He had been in a wheelchair since he was shot last week. Nonno called him a pussy for it, but his wound was too fresh.

Carlos just called Raul a little fucker. God, I was pathetic for thinking those two would get along for once. Carlos was beefing with a 6 year old.

One foot stomp later, and Carlos's wheelchair went flying into the pool in a splash. I immediately burst into laughter. Mama screamed. Carlos struggled for air and Ric dashed towards the pool, jumping in and pulling the wheelchair out.

I was in tears now, almost on my knees. I don't think I've ever seen anything so funny, and I needed a moment where I forgot everything that was happening around me. I'd been so stressed lately because of the wedding.

My mood swings had never been so bad. I guess two months isn't enough for you to realise you'll be moving away from home forever. I'd be leaving my family - my only happiness to live with a man I'd have to share. One who's attention would be taken by other women too. One who I wasn't enough for.

I needed a cold shower. Maybe to cry in it too I didn't know. I'd grown tired of standing in the sun for hours trying to put together how I wanted the wedding to look. It would take place in the garden. The mansion had one that stretched on for acres, so there was no problem with space.

As I passed the kitchen, I suddenly stopped myself and went up to the maid. She was making lunch for Mama and Carlos.

"Can you point to where Luciano's room is?"

"Room?"

I spoke a little louder as if that would help her understand me more. "Luca. Luca's room."

She breathed an Oh, and started walking. We went upstairs and she gestured towards one of the doors before leaving.

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Luciano's shower was amazing. It had nothing but a bar soap and a mans body wash, so I ended up bringing my own cherry shampoo and soap from my room.