Narrated by Cibele:
I get up for the day of the trip and bat my eyelashes and see my grandmother packing everything back and forth.
She opens the curtains and I feel blind, my eyes burn to see so much light, I feel my throat dry, she quickly offers me a glass of water.
— Grandma, you don't have to worry! — I say, getting out of bed and going to hug her.
She hugs me and down she puts her head on my belly, I smile. I love the smell of my grandmother, it is full of cornstarch and cinnamon, she gives me a gentle smile and knew that my mother had invented a miraculous story for she is already knowing that I am going on a trip.
— Grandma, whatever my mother told you! Here is the truth," I take a deep breath waiting for her reaction. — I am going to meet Pietro's family in Italy, and yes, I will stay at his hotel, but I promise nothing will happen! — I take her hands in mine and bite my lips, eager for an answer.
— So, she lowers her head looking sad, I hate to see her like this, — You have your life, just take care of it ok? Be careful with the Italian sun, it's very hot. — She strokes my belly, and kisses my cheek.
— Grandma, forgive me! I don't want to hurt you, you know that, your approval means everything to me.
— No, it's not you, dear," she takes my hands and fixes her glasses, "and your mother and Alexia, she finally found out the truth, didn't she?
— Grandma, did you know? — I ask dumbfounded, with my eyebrows knitted together. I still feel my throat scratching, so I grab the glass of water I left on the wooden dresser.
— Of course I knew, a son never hides anything from his mother! — She pats my hand, and gives me a half smile, looking at me. — You'll know soon enough! Now let's go, the boy is already downstairs, she smoothes my hair.
-— Giagia, I love you so much! — I press our cheeks together, and feel good about the support of my grandmother.
(Translation: Giagia = Grandma)
She replies that she loves me back, and that everything will be fine. You know I was afraid of disappointing her by having a child that I was not married to, but my grandmother is accepting and supporting me so much. I give a relieved smile, and go to the shower.
When I go down to the living room, Pietro seems to be in a hurry.
I say goodbye to my family right away, I tell them that I will be there for my dear sister's wedding, and that I will pray that everything will work out for my mother, and Alexia, I ask for my grandmother's blessing, and I hug my aunt strong, Iris wishes me good luck and smiles. I love them so much.
Soon we were on our way to the airport.
I was surprised when Pietro said that we were going by jet, jet? I had never gone before, and honestly something made me afraid, I felt sick the whole trip.
It was funny how pregnant I was, it was terrible, the worst I had ever felt. Funny? What's funny I think? I am confused and try to sleep, since Pietro is on his cell phone the whole time talking to his trainer, in Italian I understand some things.
Pietro was getting a big scolding, for his lack of training I see him impatient, I give him a smile and kiss him on the cheek, he looks at me with a sad face beside me. But I can't contain my sleep, I feel myself floating with so much sleep, I lean on his shoulder.
And with his caresses on my head, I soon fall asleep.
We arrive at his house and I am amazed at its size, a beautiful garden and everything very luxurious, which makes me feel a little sick.
Why all that? I think to myself. I scratch my head, and continue to look around shyly.
But soon we arrive in the living room, I lean happily back in my chair, looking at him happily, turn and look out the window for a glimpse of the blue sky and think "My, how perfect God is" and say it right away.
Pietro doesn't seem to pay attention, he is looking at his cell phone. He looks back at me and says: — A thousand apologies, it was an important message, he turns the cell phone in front of me, I see the message from ''Amanda'' His agent saying that yes he could take vacation next month.
He smiles and kisses my forehead. — Will you come with me to practice tomorrow?
Pietro tells me how lonely he felt, I feel like his confidant at that moment, he tells me what a lonely child he was, and how happy he was to have someone tomorrow to watch him train.
I promise to be his best supporter tomorrow, and I cheer up, could a new family be us?
I am tired and I feel exhausted. I won't lie, it was strange to be with someone other than Apollo. He is pregnant with a child that wasn't his, I relearned thinking that these thoughts were just because of him being my only boyfriend in life. I mean, it had to be. I liked Pietro.
His mysterious yet caring manner. This feeling of strangeness will soon fade, I hope. Because little by little we will create our familiarity.
After a long conversation, we go to bed and sleep. He hugs me tightly and I feel safe, ''I missed sleeping together,'' I think, as I feel his arms around me.
He hugs me tight and I feel safe, "I missed sleeping next to him," I think, as I feel his arms around me, and we sleep next to each other.
I get up early. Pietro wakes me up with kisses, he seems so happy, that makes me happy.
I think and smile silly, walking to the bathroom, get my toothbrush, and start to "talk to the baby" and take a shower and get ready soon.
But, it's not all motion sickness although I am in that phase right now, you know everything in this house makes me think how much I wanted to show my mom, and the girls, all my family, river....
I feel like a fish out of water... I must confess, but soon I look in the mirror, and notice the incredibly beautiful woman in front of me, who is this woman? I ask myself, it's me.
I laugh at my thoughts, and asking God for a calm day, I toss my hair and leave the room.
He extends his hand to me, I sigh and we walk hand in hand to the garage, I am completely embarrassed to see so many cars, he drives to a classic Ferrari, I feel bad to get in that car, everything seems too much, but I'm already here and I end up getting in, I put the feeling and we go.
When we get there, some photographers are at the training camp. I get out of the car and we quickly pass by them,
— I thought you were already training on the field? — I ask, interested, and take his hands.
Pietro looks nervous, he leads me to the bleachers and I sit next to Amanda and some of the players' wives.
He looks at me sideways. — I need to go to the dressing room, I'll be right back! But first...
He comes closer and steals a kiss, I feel his warm and soft lips lightly on mine and butterflies settle in my stomach, I put my hand around his neck, while his tongue explores every corner of my mouth, I take a deep breath and smile during the kiss.
He seals our mouths with kisses and says in my ear that he is coming, I feel happy. I turn and see Amanda, who takes a sip of coffee and gives me an appraising look. But she seems nice.
Amanda hugs me and I smell her perfume, which is so sweet that it makes me want to vomit.
— Have you ever been to Italy before? — Amanda asks me, raising her eyebrows.
— Oh yes! Not in Rome, but I lived in Milan for four years. - I say smiling, sitting down on the bleachers.
— Well, then Benvenuto! — She looks to the side. — I must say I have never seen Pietro like this, so happy and changed, I imagine you are the reason.
(Translation: Benvenuto = Welcome!)
I give a shy smile, I don't know what to say, Amanda has an intimidating look, she was probably 1.70 tall and very confident, she was blonde and seemed to have the perfect nose, Amanda exhibits true Italian beauty. But that wasn't what intimidated me, I know I'm stunningly beautiful, I laughed to myself, but her past with Pietro.
''I need to be more modest'' I think, taking a cupcake from the baskets that one of the wives sitting next to us offers me.
He told me that they were ex boyfriends, and that they were friends now, Amanda was married to Simon also a Juventus player.
— So, Pietro has a company press conference after training and the recording of a commercial, do you want to go out with me?
— Sure, that would be great! —I say, fixing my hair and my jacket, "No, it wouldn't be great!
Pietro soon appears on the bleachers, taking me and I wave to him, he sends me kisses and starts to play, Amanda looks at me all the time but I don't care, I'm happy...
After the workout Pietro walks over to me, and we meet, he holds me by the waist and lifts me up, making my feet leave the ground.
I like the way he stared at me with his bright eyes, that was already a good start, I've never been looked at by another man like that if not Apollo.
Everything was new.
I smile shaking my head, when he explains that he will meet me later and introduce me to his uncle. Which my mother made sure to tell me was not him, by my mother's information the Giovanni Santoro she met, was tall, blue eyes and not much of a laugher... So it wouldn't be funny. Which made me very calm, after all what clothes to wear to meet a gangster? The panic one!
Amanda and I walk to the parking lot, she makes a point of giving me a ride to the mall, after I told her I was a trained stylist! Maybe she wanted to test my fashion skills.
But as we walk through the mall and chat. Amanda is very nice, to my surprise, I realize that she is a bit needy, and I have fun with her and enjoyed her company, she told me good things about Pietro.
I thought I was going to knit him, but we sat down to eat something.
— I'll tell you, I love you, Ragazza! — She takes my hand on the table and says: — I really hope everything works out! She stares at me with wide eyes.
(Translation: Ragazza = Girl)
I confess that a part of me is nervous, this is all very new, but Amanda has made me so calm and relaxed. I let go of my feet that were curled up at the foot of the chair, leaning back further.
Amanda puts her arms up. — Ah, that reminds me, I have a friend, well I wouldn't just say friend.... Godmother of my wedding inside vogue.... — She points at me and her mouth curves into a smile. - I'm going to nominate you! —She slams her hands on the table.
I smile broadly, and my heart races, vogue? I think back to the night Apollo and I broke up, I frown, why am I remembering that now?
I blink my eyes and speak with an excited smile. — It would be a dream! Thank you. — I bring my hand to my chest, wonderful.
Amanda and I had an amazing day.