CHIARA TURNED BRIGHT RED, "ZIO! UGH, THAT'S NOT IT. It's that we will be getting married in December. Reread the copy nonna has of the deal papa made with Nicolae Scarlat. It says that the marriage will be set on December, in the same year both the groom and the bride reach adulthood. He's turning 21 in November, and I'm the one who's reaching adulthood in less than a month. Thus the marriage will be in December and we'll be on the honeymoon during 24th and 25th!" Low witted dumbass.
"Ah!" He exclaimed as he put the pieces together. "Shit, what a terrible timing, mia cara. So, you are planning on running away from your honeymoon to come to Italy, kill all of Taddeo's clan, greet us, and then come back there? Using as an excuse that he's being a bitch to you and you couldn't handle being alone with him?"
She snapped her fingers, "Precisely. It's the only way I can go to Italy. For that, I'll need your help. They can't track me down, neither can they know that I went to Italy. They are in the dark about my connection with the Mafia, even less that I'm of the Mafia myself. Because of that, I won't be able to take a normal plane." Come on, zio. Think. You are smart, low witted, but smart.
He widened his eyes in realization, "You want me to get you in a private jet, without anyone knowing, and bring you here!" She made a sound in agreement. "But it'll be hard to do that in England, mia cara. You know we have more influence in the US than in the UK. Can you chose the place of the honeymoon? That would make it easy for your schemes to work."
He makes me sound like a mastermind villain. "I think I can. There's an amazing place in Montana for honeymoon that I considered before. I can suggest that. Will it be easier for you?"
"Montana? Definitely. Send me all the information later. And you better send us all the pictures of the marriage, got it? We'll hang it on our villa. Mama will be overjoyed, despise missing you, she wants you to be happy, mia cara. We all want. So, you better find you happiness, or we'll come to you and kick you ass, got it? I want every picture and video possible. We won't be able to be there, for reasons you know even better than I do, but we'll be praying for you here, Chiara. We love you, do not forget that. We are one famiglia, and nothing will ever change that. You are and will ever be one of us, even if we are in different countries now!"
She closed her eyes, doing her best to avoid any of the tears that were burning in her eyes. "Alright. I'll be the most beautiful bride in the world, then. So I'll look amazing in the pictures that will be hanging in the villa. I'll even try to eat more and go back to training to look good for December. I won't be in my past body, but I'll do my best, since it's been hard to even swallow food. And I love you too, zio. I love you all more than anything. A Di Matteo never breaks their promises, and I'll keep mine to you. If you ever need an extra hand there, call me and I'll run to Italy to help you out. Even if I have to fool everyone in here."
Her uncle felt teary, which never happened. She was a daughter to him, and he wanted to have her with them in Italy. Nevertheless, all he wanted was for her to be happy, and he knew that staying there would only make her remember the tragic murder of her family. "You better eat, Chiara. Even if you have to eat by force, I do not want to see my little glutton disappear. And get back to your training. Didn't I told you that it helps channeling your emotions on it? You will feel better. Please, I'm serious. You better eat, mia cara. We'll all feel guilty if you turn into bones and flesh after you left our side."
Taking a deep breath, she covered her eyes with her hands. "I'll eat. Don't tell nonna, or she might take a plane to Birmingham tomorrow just to make me eat a table full of pasta, lasagna, and her alcoholic smoothies. I'll gain as much weight as possible before the marriage, so she won't get dead worried, thinking that they are starving me here."
"And aren't they?" He asked bitterly.
"No. They are also trying to make me eat. I'm the problem."
He frowned, "You ain't no problem, mia cara. That's probably because their food doesn't compares to ours. You must be homesick. If there's no good Italian restaurant near you, you go to the kitchen and make some food. You were always the best with mama and your mom, at Italian cuisine in our famiglia. You can do it!"
I lack enthusiasm for it. "I'll try."
"You better. Now, I'll go deal with some papers, because I'm also administering the sport clubs your mother owned here. Your money from them will be arriving monthly in your Swiss bank account. And keep in touch. Call us at least twice a month, mia cara. Don't forget your promises. We miss you!"
"I would never. I miss you more!" Then she hang up and got up from the bed, noticing two shadows getting closer to her room.
Chiara quickly cleaned her face with her hoodie, and in the next second two knocks came from the door. When she opened up, she found Khloe there with Nairi Parseghian, Kevin's Armenian top model girlfriend, who made her feel really short. Wow, she looks even more spectacularly beautiful from up close. But so tall.
Nairi who has 1.78m, is as tanned as Chiara, with long black wavy hair, big honey eyes, long eyelashes, dark thin eyebrows, small straight nose, adorably chubby cheeks with prominent cheekbones, full round lips, long neck, and a slim skinny body, with soft curves on the right places, and a very tiny waist. And she was dressed up in a long cream skirt that started from her waist, with a baby pink crop top, showing her sharp collarbones. "Hi, Rebecca. It's good to finally meet you. Kev and K told me a lot about you, so I've been dying to get to know you." She said with a sharp accent.
Oh, even her deep voice is gorgeous. "Hi, Nairi," she opened the door of her bedroom wider, letting them both get inside. "You are really beautiful."
The girl blushed, "Thank you, babe. You are beautiful too."
"Becca, I heard you talking in Italian, were you in the phone? Is everything okay?" Khloe asked while jumping on her cousin's bed.
"Oh?" Chiara licked her lips. "I was talking with a friend I made back in highschool when I was living in Italy. She wanted to know how I was doing, so we talked for a bit." She lied.
"Italian sounds fancy. I wish I knew how to speak it. But at least I'm good at English, French, German, Spanish, and my mother language, Armenian," Nairi said. "Can I also sit in your bed?"
She nodded, "Of course. You can call me Becca too," it's not like that's my real name either way. "So, what are you two doing here?" Is Khloe here to get my measurements like Madalina asked? She asked herself, remembering of the call she heard through her own phone, when she arrived in her room that night. But she kept it quite, because, again, they had no idea she was spying on them.
"Nairi came to meet you, and I came to both see you, and to get your body measurements. Madalina asked me to, she wants to make a dress for you to attend the dinner in October!" I'll finally see her body. Khloe took the measuring tool from the pocket of her pants.
I was right. "It's not like I have a choice," she mumbled and began to strip. "I hope you don't feel embarrassed with seeing another girl's half-naked body. I'm not in my best shape, so tell her to make a dress that will fit even if I win one more kilogram in the meantime." She folded her hoodie on the side of her bed, than took her sweatpants off and folded it too. Lastly, she took her bra, put it together with her clothes, and stood up with her arms spread open, only in her black underwear.
"Wow," the girls gasped.
"You lost a lot of weight and still has such a big breast, Jesus," Khloe gasped, blushing, as she went to her cousin. "Nairi, I'll tell you the measurements, and you note them down on my phone. Password is 545632."