Apollo woke up with a huge headache, he gets up and looks at the woman next to him. She wasn't in her bed, she wasn't very well, a hangover this is called, but not just the normal hangover, but a moral one.
The girl was married, a night out, a wrong decision, a thousand drinks all led to this.
He runs his hands over her head and through her blond hair, bends down and picks up her clothes from the floor, he is already putting on his brown pants when she wakes up.
— Hi, you're going so soon? Stay. — she said in a sly voice, rubbing her eyes.
— Dafine. — He frowns. — I really have to go! — He says looking at the hotel door.
—Dafine? My name is Cecilia, but you don't need to know that. — She sits up in bed, and gives a smile showing herself to him, she opens her arms stretching and says: — At least stay for the....
He interrupts, frowning. — I'd better not, his eyes look at her wedding ring placed on top of the piece of furniture he is standing near.
He takes the shirt and puts his arms around the blue shirt, putting it on. And leaves the hotel.
But what Apollo didn't know was that everyone in the village already knew about his night out with a married tourist. But how come?
Let me explain, he went to the night with his brother Paolo, Alexia's best friend.
But Paolo was a minor, so he had to come early, which was his brother's order, but that didn't stop him from seeing his brother going out with a married woman, his friends commented.
So Paolo told Alexia, Alexia is a hairdresser, that is, she works in a salon, the only one in the village, Alexia ended up telling a client. The client was none other than a friend of her aunt. And once something is told to Tereza, something is told to the whole village.
The gossip soon spread that morning, the comments were: ''Apollo the quiet boy, was with a married woman last night'' ''He's already letting his wings loose'' ''Do I have a chance?'' ''But wasn't he with Cybele?'' ''I heard that Apollo didn't sleep at home, after he left with the boys last night! He's loose!
Apollo walked with a smile on his face, and tries not to think about what he did, ''One night without thinking about Cybele'' Well not all night, but it was already a start, he chuckles as he thinks to himself.
He walks through the door with a wide smile on his face. His mother puts the pot on the table and looks out from the kitchen that was opposite the living room.
Her eyes widened, and her eyes were heavy and her hands were covered with butter, she was baking a cake. — So, you mean you are now dating married women?
— But what? How do you know? Apollo's face turned pink and he walked over to her. — Mom, it just happened, and frankly I don't feel comfortable talking to you about it," he picks up a spoon from the table and passes it in the pan, eating the cake filling.
His mother slaps him on the forehead. —You know that you can't put both feet in one shoe, because you won't fit," she says. — She puts her hands on his face, and looks into his eyes. - And it won't fit you!
He lowers his head, and his shoulders rise in a deep breath.
— It was a mistake mom, I won't see you again, he points at him all over. — I'm going to take my bath to go to work! — His cheeks rise up.
Apollo goes into his room and takes a quick shower. And when he comes out he ties the towel around his waist, and remembers that for today's class he needs some material that is in the drawer, so he promptly goes over there and among the papers, is a picture of Cybele and them.
Everything around him becomes very melancholic, so he quickly gets dressed and goes downstairs saying goodbye to his mother.
From that day on, he would move on, and he feels fine, he tries not to think about the stupid thing he did but he would be fine.
Cybele wakes up in Pietro's arms, and looks down at him in his arms. She then smiles and kisses his chest, he moves with his eyes still closed.
The sun streams through the hotel curtains, illuminating their faces.
— Wow, how did you do that? Wake up looking more beautiful than yesterday. — He kisses her on the forehead and plays with her hair.
She gets up and says with a smile on her face. — Ah, you're going to make me sick! — She thinks, and quickly gets up, but the nausea catches her by surprise. She feels dizzy from getting up so fast, and sits back down on the bed, resting her hands on it.
He kisses her shoulders, and asks if everything is okay. She says yes, she's fine, he worries anyway, lays her down on the bed and asks for breakfast, he brings her the coffee in bed and while she eats it, he massages her feet.
Pietro had never done this before, and everything was very new, this feeling, but something was different last night. A night he would never forget...
She feels supported by him and laughs thinking '''Sir, if it is your will your daughter is ready.'' It would be good for the child, for her, but it was all very new, but very good she thinks as her heart beats hard remembering last night....
She felt happy, it was something new in her life, but she was also changed, it was something good, she thinks.
His cell phone rings on the cabinet next to him, he asks her to answer it, picking up the cell phone and at that moment everything stops and her eyes open as she reads the name of who was calling.
''Giovani Santoro'' she reads. Cibele turns pale, and shows the cell phone to him and stutters. — Who, what, who, is li... li, calling is good, here. — She leans over and gives him the cell phone, and looks at him.
— Oh, it's my uncle! Should I answer it? — He takes the phone, but asks quickly, "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. — He strokes her legs.
Cybele takes a deep breath and nods, but Pietro doesn't believe her and hangs up the phone.
— Oh, what do you know, I'll call you back. — He bends down on the bed, kissing her left leg, and looks at her.
Cybele is terrified and swallows her food at that moment, and now gets up slowly. — Well, I'd better go! I'm going to see her in the afternoon. — She picks up her clothes, and rolls her eyes when she sees that she can't close her arrow.
He approaches her and closes the fleche. — Are you sure you're all right? — Their eyes meet, and she remains silent. — Well, I'll see you later for a consultation, okay? Or better yet, I'll come with you, wait for me to take a shower?
Cybele is unresponsive, and says slowly, with a distant look. — No, it's better not, I'll see you at the appointment ok! You know my grandmother is very religious, and seeing you coming with me will only make it worse that I've been out all night. — She snorted.
He kisses her on the forehead, and she forces a smile. She hurries out of there, ''you've got to be kidding me!'' She thinks about the hotel elevator.
Cibele enters the restaurant like a hurricane, and goes straight to the kitchen.
— But, hey? — called her mother from the kitchen door.
— What are you doing here with those clothes on! If your grandmother sees you, she'll kill you, for sleeping outdoors, and for making a pass at her. — Julia says, looking sideways, taking her arms.
— What do you mean," she asks, gesturing with her hands and raising her eyebrows.
— Last night, she slept early, so we say that you arrived late last night and were still asleep.— She inquires biting her lip, she knew she was coming to claim her daughter hated lies.
—Mom! she stares at her and her expression locks up, she rolls her eyes. — It's okay, we don't have time for this, come up with me now, we need to talk! - The words come out firmly.
Julia follows her, understanding nothing of why her daughter is acting strange. She storms into her room.
— Mom, mom, mom," she says, pacing back and forth. — Mom, he's the nephew of a man Giovani Santoro! Can you believe it?
— Calm daughter, he who? — She puts her hand on her heart, Julia can't believe her ears, and puts her hand to her mouth. — No, no, Pietro? Are you sure?
— Well, he said that this Giovani who was calling was his uncle, but it can't be the same, right? It's not possible, she sits down on the bed beside the bed, and puts her hands on her knees.
— No, no! It can't be right? — She takes her hand away from her heart and shakes her head.
The two stare at each other in silence, and Julia scratches her head.
— What is so bad about this man, Mom? Because if it is him, I don't know how to act, knowing that he is my sister's father. — I said with my hands on my arm.
— He is dangerous, being in his life is dangerous, let's not talk about him, okay? Take your shower and rest for your appointment, and then tell me how your night went. — She forced a smile, trying to be nonchalant.
— Mom, do you know how bad it is to grow up without a father? And this isn't just about Alexia now, it's about me too, and my son, she puts her hand on her belly. —Why is this man so dangerous?
— Giovani, is, is good he was. — He lowered his eyes, playing with his fingers. — When I met him he was a Consigeire, as they call him, and third in the hierarchy of the Italian mafia.
Cybele's mouth drops open, and she stares at her mother explaining.
Julia puts her head down and looks again at her daughter and explains:
— But then after a while he became Capo of the family, his sister hated it and left so he ran the ''business'' of the family only, at first I didn't know, he spent a few summers here, and I fell in love, until one day I woke up and saw myself in a shootout, it was horrible until today I don't forget, I saw how dangerous that life was, he asked me to stay but I left and he ended up going too. — Julia shrugs her shoulders.
And Cybele has fear overtaking her, her face, she wonders if Pietro knows this, what if he really is Giovanni Santoro? Everything seems so unreal and confusing that she is speechless. But it was about to get worse.
For they didn't know that Alexia was listening to everything leaning against the door, it was totally by chance, she was on her lunch break and had asked Iris if her sister had arrived, she was anxious to know how her sister's evening had gone.
Alexia abruptly opens the door. — So you knew who my father was? — She raises her eyebrows, sadness clouded her features, tears streaming down her face.
— My love, no! Please calm down, what did you hear? — Julia asked nervously, the secret she had hidden for 18 years was revealed.
Astonishment overcame her face, and her face closed hard. Cybele lets out a deep breath as she watches the two, she feels her body sweat.
Alexia looked at her with red eyes. — And you knew who he was? I knew how important he was to me. — She points her index finger at Cybele.
— If you heard everything, you know why! I was always afraid you'd go after him, he's dangerous. — Julia says putting her hands together, with tears walking down her face, she wipes them away, approaching Alexia.
— Mom, I wouldn't go if you told me I wasn't supposed to, I just wanted to know who he was, my origins, you know what, I don't want to hear your explanations. — Alexia says shaking herself, then leaves quickly, slamming the door, going to her room crying a lot.
Julia goes after her, then Cybele gets up and feels a pain in her back and her pressure drops as if everything around her is slower, she puts her hand on her sweaty forehead, then feels her body weak, and then her legs weak, and she faints.
At that moment Iris opens the door, and it was Pietro coming to get her for consultation, so Iris knew to call her cousin and finds her fainted, she despairs and screams, Pietro who was in the room knew the stairs that make noise with his walk.
He sees the scene, and Iris supports her cousin's head on his lap pulling her off the floor, then he takes out his cell phone typing in a hurry the emergency number, Iris says it takes too long it would be better to take her there.
He promptly takes her on his lap and goes down the stairs to the doctor...