The Conclusion

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. -Khalil Gibran

GISELLA

"I didn't push her," I yelled crying.

"You're just too much." from the door Pietro ran down to where Viola was lying ass-Flat on the floor. Everyone was just staring in shock. Pietro helped Viola up, my mamma hand clench in anger.

"I...I...I didn't push her." I repeat again crying. but I stop crying when I heard my name from a familiar accent.

"Gisella Molinero..." I turned around and so did every eye in the room, it was Signore Nicolo Caruso, he walks closer to me with a walking stick in his hand and a lady wearing a maid outfit supported him. He got to where I am and walked past me again.

I was so capable but now I've become different because of what has happened, although, I know deep inside me that I've been framed and forced, and no matter what, I will seek justice for myself and my family.

"Come with me," he gestures calmly with his walking stick and the maid directing him, the helper smiled and gesture me with her hand to follow them. I turned to look at my mamma and the others with confusing face, then my mamma and papà nod in approval.

"...Bu-but... Signore what happened last night was Piet-" I paused as Viola and Pietro smirk at me, it made me frustrated the way Pietro hold Viola closer to his body.

"...Okay, I will go with you." a grasp let Signora. Caterina Mouth as I followed him.

***

A car was parked outside the hotel, Signore Nicolo was already sitting inside as the driver stood by the door and gestured me to go in. "Signorina Molinero, please," he said smiling.

with a worried face. "I'm Sorry, I would like to walk home myself." I object.

"Get in!" A familiar accent inquires, "Things between us haven't been settled yet." he added calmly. I sighed and entered as told.

The driver started the car, I sat at the back closer to Signore Nicolo because the fronts seats have been occupied by the driver and the maid, Signore  Nicolo was just looking at a particular place without blinking his eyes, I took a deep breath and rested my hand on my lap. His soft emerald eyes, killer jawline and perfect dark coffee brown hair messed up in a bed head style while still managing to look simple just like an angel sent from heaven.

Sitting calmly, I noticed he twisted his eyebrow and turned his head looking at the glass, quickly I rearranged my shirt feeling nervous forgetting for a second that he is blind. How the hell could someone look so fine? he isn't anything like what I had imagined him to look like. Where is the unshaved face, dirty tanned skin, beards, short legs, groveling ugly eyes, and unshaved underarm?

"Stop staring at me." turning around to the window, I look at him in surprise.

"Um excuse me, Signore?" I furrow my confused brow on how he caught me staring at him, I taught he supposed to be blind, right?.

"Are you deaf? I taught I told you to stop staring at me." he winces like a child with his Italian accent, which even makes it be odder.

Did he just call me deaf? how on earth did he know that I was looking at him, he's fucking blind for chrissake. Still trying to remain polite, I try to smile kindly and not like I wanted to boil him alive with my anger. "Signore, I wasn't looking at you." feeling more stupid and insulted, I glare at him while his smile plump lips curl into a frown showing a little of his jawline.

"I know you're looking at me now Signorina Molinero, I can feel you staring at me, I might be blind but I can feel." he can feel me? this man is not just rude but strange. With the last confidence remaining in me, I cleared my throat.

" I'm just want to clear my conscience, I don't know what happened yesterday not alone knew how I go to your hotel room Signore, but don't worry, I will not care about what had happened, sir, I'll put it in the past." I pull the hem of my blouse nervously that maybe he won't even reply to me, his eyes are just starting at the glass.

But I was shocked when he replied back. "You want to repudiate after sleep, Signorina?" The last word came out very slutty and cheap. I turned to look at him again.

"I..." My words where nowhere to be heard, I was speechless.

"I might be blind Signorina Molinero, I might have been away from the spotlight for long but belt you Signorina Molinero I'm not an irresistible person and it's better to get married to you than to your gold digger best friend." He spat out of grievance, the word came out harsh.

"I know they framed you, Signorina Molinero, but you were not smart enough to get to know what is happening, just imagine you were fooled by two persons who you consider worthy. Anyways all thanks to them you belong to me, and it doesn't matter if you were framed but at least you are saved and in good hands." He rests his hand on his lap.

What obnoxious and rude man. "You..." I clench my teeth in anger. "You're just a shameless blind man, we don't even know each other not to talk about catching the feeling for each other, you can't even see me see how miserable I look, you're here talking about me being yours, I belong to nobody Signore Caruso and I will not marry you, never." My breath came out rapidly.

"Signorina Molinero, do you think you're are doing me a favor? If I was not blind I would never choose a middle-class girl like you, and you think the media will believe you? The only people who know the truth that you are innocent is just your parents, your so-called ex-boyfriend, and girlfriend, I'll give you a chance to think about it." He folds his arms to his chest.

This is simply too much for a day and a half. "Dream on! I won't marry you, Signore Nicolo Caruso, you're just too much." I yelled furiously with acrimony dyed between my tongue, not caring to know if the maid and the driver are in the car with us.

"Stop! the car." He order. With a screech, the car stopped, the driver got down and opened the back door.

"Signorina Molinero! Please." He gestures for me to get out of the car. I got out, he closed the door the maid rewind down the shield of the car so that Signore Nicolo could give me a card which I snatched from him immediately, it was written on it 'Nicolo Caruso'.

"I can wait for your reply, however, your parents can't wait that long Signorina." With a frown, he makes a hand gesture for the driver to pull to the road, they drove away leaving me in the middle of an empty street how inhuman, I looked at the black Alfa Romeo as it disappears with no sign.

Ring!!! Ring!!! Ring!!!

My phone vibrates in my bag, I brought it out to see Viola Moretti's name pops on the screen. Immediately I decline the call, a message came in from Viola, I opened it.

Giselle Molinero, if you don't want the media to get hold of what you did last night, you better come to the Villa immediately.

My heart became heavy, I dialed her number, it rang once then she picks up.

PHONE CONVERSATION

"hey viola, what are you trying to do?" I yelled over the phone. she started laughing making me feel irritated, what I've I ever done to Viola to receive such treatment from her? is it because she wants Pietro?

"Gisella, I told you already, if you don't want to get married to Nicolo Caruso, you are left with no choice about it! because I and Pietro recorded what you two did last night if you don't want me to lick out the video you better listen to me, can't you sacrifice your love for Pietro and your happiness for your best friend?" she spat out mockingly trying to hold in her laugh.

"VIOLA! Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? " I screamed out in frustration.

but she continued. "It's for your own good if you don't want to get married, so be it. Anyway, just know that your parents will be more affected by this too because they will be the ones to pay dearly for it. just make this sacrifice or else Mr. Giuseppe will make sure your family small business will surely go bankrupt. just get married to Nicolo the blind man, and I'll get married to Pietro the love of my life, Il mio bel principe" she ended the call with a short laugh.

Why is Viola treating me like this? what have I done? is it because of Pietro? standing in the middle of the empty street feeling weak, betrayed and frustrated, I've always been the satisfactory one. I looked up to the blue innocent sky and again, down to my feet. I grasp my phone tightly and wipe away my disappointing tears, I take out the card and dialed, on the second ring someone picks.

"Hello, Sir Nicolo Caruso, I agree to marry you." I spout out in defeat.

WORLD TRANSLATION

<<ITALIAN>> Il mio bel principe

<<ENGLISH>>my handsome prince

<<ITALIAN>>Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te?

<<ENGLISH>>What is wrong with you?

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