Inizio (COMPLETED)

28. Brother

*click*

"MARCO! Marco Fiorentino!! Over here over here!"

*snap*

"Marco- MARCO FIORENTINO, Stai pensando di tornare in italia ?!" (Translation: are you planning on returning to Italy?!)

"Stepha- IS THIS YOUR WIFE? ARE YOU PLANNING ON HAVING KIDS? WHY GET MARRIED SO YOUNG?"

I put on my sunglasses and held tight to Marco as we pushed through the paparazzi. A mix of Italian and English yelling voices surrounded us as we headed for the SUVs parked a good walk away. Stephan and Natalia rushed past us fast with Caleb close behind them pushing away the cameras.

"NATALIA! MS. NATALIA, come ti senti a sapere che il tuo ex marito ha appena sposato la donna con cui ti ha tradito?" (Translation: how do you feel knowing your ex-husband married the woman he cheated on you with?)

Natalia froze and pushed back her guard, getting a view of the reporter.

"Eh? Wha-," her guard turned her around and lifted her off the ground, walking with her past the crowd. He opened the car door Mr. and Mrs. Fiorentino had entered and set her in, ignoring her complaints.

Everyone had entered their car and Marco and I were reaching ours.

"MARCO! MARCO," an Italian man yelled. He had a camera hanging around his neck, a small mic in one hand and a tape recorder in his other.

"I KNOW YOU JUST LEFT, BUT YOU'VE MISSED A LOT! LIKE THE RETURN OF MS. ROSALIE! Ogni possibilità di un nuovo incontro? A possible merge?" (Translation: Any chances of a meeting?)

Marco's arm in my hand clenched but he kept forward. We reached the car and I noticed Caleb in the drivers seat. He motioned with his thumb to put Marco in the back and I did. As I went to open my passenger side door, a reporter slammed his hand on it, blocking me.

"Are you Marco's girlfriend," he asked, his mic in my face. I swatted it and tried the door again. A series of flashes came from behind me.

"Sei la moglie di Marco," another, with a camera at his eye, asked. (Translation: You're Marco's wife?) A reporter from behind me banged on the window of the door in which Marco had entered.

"Marco, so quick to replace her?!? Is this your wife already," He turned to me," are you his wife? No, no ring, no! Girlfriend?"

"Maybe she's the reason!! An affair perhaps!! Padrona!" (Translation: mistress!)

"PADRONA," a few yelled! More flashing lights engulfed me. I noticed the reporter that had been blocking my door had let go to take a few pictures of me. I took my chance and quickly opened the door and slipped in. I slammed the door shut and Caleb hit the gas. The bottom of my dress was stuck between the door, but it was too late to pull it out.

We reached the gates, the crowd of people far behind us. The gates opened and Caleb drove through, taking the expressway. I noticed the other SUV not too far.

"Hey, are you okay," asked a familiar voice. I jumped, not expecting the voice to be Stephan. I saw him and Jessica staring at me.

"Uh. Yeah... yeah I'm fine. I really wasn't-,"

"Expecting it? We should have told you. They're," Stephan pointed at Caleb, "used to it." I nodded, stifling the flurry of questions I wanted to launch at a silent Marco.

The drive was long and I remained silent the entire time. Why would they think I'm his wife? Or girlfriend?

I mean when you're dressed like that what'd you want them to think? Your his mom?