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Giovanna was looking at the window, numbly. Somehow, the light that got inside the crowded little room wasn't enough for her, not even the limelights. She needed more, so she sat by the window. And waited, for long time. Butterflies flew past her face, and she looked down for a second. There he was, he released them. She held her smile as hard as she could. Pietro was in front of the building, carrying a bottle of wine and with a carriage by his side. Oh, the light could wait on her place.
She ran downstairs, without even putting decent clothes on, what before could have lead her to a severe self-reprimend. Nobody was outside their rooms, and it was kind of gloomy. Not that she really paid any attention to that.
- I want to show you your present. Just in case you forgot about it, today is our anniversary. - he kissed her hand and helped her get on the carriage.
- It is, indeed... What do you have for me? - she tried to remain cold, but her heart kept melting.
- You'll see. - he smiled. And the carriage left.
Claire, on the other hand, was blown away by her own love story. Not that actually existed one, but she was very good at inventing things. Louis was her prince charming, but she also had a "kitchen boy". Yes, just like Anastasia! She put her little bird earrings on, and heard the little rock tap at her window. It was their sign.
- Marc, my friend! Why so soon? - she smiled brightly.
- Am I? Oh I hope I'm not bothering you, I just wanted to see you! - he held his cap against the wind. How cute.
- Oh, really? I'm coming down! - she used her sheet-made rope and climbed down the wall. - so cool, isn't it? Win taught me how to make them!
- Where are we going today? - he held her hand.
- You tell me! - she started to run.
- Why are you running? We're going to the gardens! - he laughed. - ok, then let it be a race! - and released her hand, running ahead.
While far away, the carriage had stopped. Pietro helped Giovanna get off the carriage and closed her eyes. She stepped on some rocks and finnally, a smell of roses and all sorts of country flowers bloomed.
- What is this? - she asked, very excited.
- I sent you so many flowers, but you didn't care. I sent you so many clothes and jewelry, but you didn't give a damn. Maybe because, or I may say, Obviously because those flowers died too soon, and the jewelry didn't shine as bright as you do. - he let her see.
It was a house, a beautiful, pink townhouse, with a fantastic garden, filled with wildflowers and delicate roses. A little path led to the door, which was opened by half, so one could see the amazing persian rug and lamp. The sunset was almost starting, and for this the light gave the house a magic feeling.
- Now I give you your garden, that shall never die if you don't let it. I give you your house, that shall ever shine with you inside. And also - he kneeled before her and opened a box with a pink diamond ring - I give you my heart, that shall never stop beating while you have it.
Suddenly, the sunset arrived completely.
She ran downstairs, without even putting decent clothes on, what before could have lead her to a severe self-reprimend. Nobody was outside their rooms, and it was kind of gloomy. Not that she really paid any attention to that.
- I want to show you your present. Just in case you forgot about it, today is our anniversary. - he kissed her hand and helped her get on the carriage.
- It is, indeed... What do you have for me? - she tried to remain cold, but her heart kept melting.
- You'll see. - he smiled. And the carriage left.
Claire, on the other hand, was blown away by her own love story. Not that actually existed one, but she was very good at inventing things. Louis was her prince charming, but she also had a "kitchen boy". Yes, just like Anastasia! She put her little bird earrings on, and heard the little rock tap at her window. It was their sign.
- Marc, my friend! Why so soon? - she smiled brightly.
- Am I? Oh I hope I'm not bothering you, I just wanted to see you! - he held his cap against the wind. How cute.
- Oh, really? I'm coming down! - she used her sheet-made rope and climbed down the wall. - so cool, isn't it? Win taught me how to make them!
- Where are we going today? - he held her hand.
- You tell me! - she started to run.
- Why are you running? We're going to the gardens! - he laughed. - ok, then let it be a race! - and released her hand, running ahead.
While far away, the carriage had stopped. Pietro helped Giovanna get off the carriage and closed her eyes. She stepped on some rocks and finnally, a smell of roses and all sorts of country flowers bloomed.
- What is this? - she asked, very excited.
- I sent you so many flowers, but you didn't care. I sent you so many clothes and jewelry, but you didn't give a damn. Maybe because, or I may say, Obviously because those flowers died too soon, and the jewelry didn't shine as bright as you do. - he let her see.
It was a house, a beautiful, pink townhouse, with a fantastic garden, filled with wildflowers and delicate roses. A little path led to the door, which was opened by half, so one could see the amazing persian rug and lamp. The sunset was almost starting, and for this the light gave the house a magic feeling.
- Now I give you your garden, that shall never die if you don't let it. I give you your house, that shall ever shine with you inside. And also - he kneeled before her and opened a box with a pink diamond ring - I give you my heart, that shall never stop beating while you have it.
Suddenly, the sunset arrived completely.