Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 6: The reception

PLAYLIST: RUN TO YOU (LEA MICHELE)

Boldness doesn't mean rude, obnoxious, loud, or disrespectful. Being bold is firm, sure, confident, fearless, daring, strong, resilient, and not easily intimidated. It means you're willing to go where you've never been, willing to try what you've never tried, and ready to trust what you've never trusted. Boldness is quiet, not noisy. -Mike Yaconelli

GISELLA

We arrived at Bella's Naya reception hall, then I held the flower tightly and tossed it to the air among the ladies who were happy to have it.

"Well, well, well, I guess I am next in line to get married to my Tesoro Santoro." Viola uttered, caricature, and I felt a knot tied directly in my stomach with regret and resentment.

"Well, good for you, enjoy your life together." I spat and walked in with Signore Caruso by my side.

I held his hand to support his movement, and his assistant followed. I know that my reply is not my kind of person. Viola was surprised about how I spoke to her, but who cares.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Signore Nicolo was sitting down talking to Adamo Aldofo, the mayor of Milan resident, after he introduced me to some of the company people and friends, family. I was feeling a little bit tired. I excused myself and went to look for my parents, and I've not seen them since Signore Nicolo introduced them to the lady of Pisa.

"Congratulations, Gisella Molinero." The familiar voice pouts. I turned around to see Viola and Pietro. "You've got what you deserve," she added.

I frowned and rolled my eye's but my heart skipped when my eyes met with Pietro's. They took a step closer to where I was standing.

To maintain my calm not to seems jealous and defeated. "Same as you." I smiled at them.

They both furrow their confused eyebrows. "When are you two getting married since you were the one that caught the bouquet, you've set a date for it? Don't forget to let me know because now I can afford an expensive gift, and I will indeed prepare a tremendous gift for you."

I let out a convincing smile, but inside me, I was not convinced. I was betrayed, dispersed, and overthrew.
Pietro's golden eyes were filled with concerns, but I quickly turned my eyes away from him.

Immediately, Viola let go of Pietro's arm and took three-step closer to me. "Gisella Molinero, you can't be proud now, don't forget that I've what can tarnish your reputation forever, Golddigger." she sounds resentful towards me for no reason.

Suddenly I felt my palm sweating and also my forehead. I frowned and clenched my hand to my gown by my side.

Immediately, I felt a warm hand holding to my cold one, and I turned to see it was Signore Nicolo Caruso, his helper standing behind him, then he waved his hand for her to go, with a quick bow, she left.

He was still holding to my hand. "Golddigger, you say?" He frowned, looking straight at Viola.

Sometimes, I doubt that this man is blind. It's like he can see but just pretending to be blind.

"Signorina Viola Moretti, who are you referring to with such a word?" he questions. I saw as Viola tensed up with sweat dripping from her forehead.

"No...Nothing...uh...erm...that...that was just a misunderstanding Signore Caruso." she tensed up in fear, but Pietro held her closer to him with anger flushed on his face.

"Gisella Molinero, I don't want trouble. Viola is not that kind of person." he spat.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Are you still not clear about it? Signore Pietro Santoro, I don't give a damn about you two." I spout.