CHIARA
I was definitely in bed, but why did the smell of food follow me into my bedroom?
I felt a light brush on my cheek. A smile stretched my mouth before I even opened my eyes. "You sleep like an angel, tesoro." Then the voice that I'd pay money to hear filled my ears. My eyes flattered open, then his battered face occupied my vision. I'd always love to wake up to this; his good-looking face with a beautiful smile only for me. Then we can call it a good morning.
I pushed myself up. "Don't compare me to heavenly creatures. I belong in hell, remember?" His hand naturally tucked my hair behind my ear. "Good thing that's where I'll be too. You'd be my angel, even in hell." He kissed my forehead. I noticed that he was already dressed for the day. Except, not in a suit. Just a black long-sleeve shirt that stretched across his shoulders, and a pair of black jeans. My man wasn't a body builder by all means, but his lean figure was enough to keep me drooling over him. Of course, I would never admit that to him.
I looked around and that's when I noticed a tray of food, just across my legs. My head snapped back to him, an eyebrow raised. "When did we start having breakfast in bed?" He chuckled, taking my hands in his and raised them to his lips, placing kisses. "Good morning, my beautiful moon." He let go of my hands and cupped my face, then without a care he pressed his lips on mine.
Eww! I pushed him off. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. Are you crazy?" He attempted to pull me over again, but I swatted his hands and pushed the sheets off me. "I thought we had established that fact already. I am crazy over you. Do you think I give a fuck if you haven't brushed your teeth yet?" He pulled me by my ankle.
I kicked his hands off me, "Let go of me, you idiot! You'll get infected." His laughter echoed in the room. "Then, infect me, tesoro." I frowned and rushed off the bed, "Where are you going?" He called out. I strode to the bathroom without turning back. This man was out of his mind.
I washed up before having breakfast. Then with my hand in his, we walked out of the room. I gasped, and turned back to face him, "Go on," he said, letting go of my hand. I walked down the trail of yellow flowers on the floor. Mimosa. I was looking forward to this day and then completely forgot about the date. Thirty-years-old side effects.
The flower trail went downstairs, up until the living room, where the whole place was decorated with Mimosas everywhere I looked. The flowers were not so elegant like roses or but the meaning behind it mattered the most to me. "Happy woman's day, tesoro. You are the most beautiful, and brilliant woman in my eyes," I turned around to find him grinning, with his hand raised and a silver chain dangling in between his fingers. I smiled back. No, I was grinning like a fool.
This man was marking the start of this day to me. And it was the first memory of me celebrating the day. I pushed my hair to the side, chills ran down my spine as his fingers grazed my skin, he helped me with a chain. He then placed a sweet kiss on my nape before his hands circled around my middle and his chin resting on my shoulder. "Do you like it?" He whispered.
I traced the chain, my eyes filling with tears as I looked down at it. It had two tiny letter Cs joined with a bit larger heart in between. "It's beautiful. Thank you." He stretched his hand and that's when I noticed a silver bracelet on his wrist with the same cut as my chain. "We have a matching set. Carmelo loves Chiara. So cute, isn't it?" Chichi loves Melo. I nodded, blinking my tears, "So cheesy." He chuckled and pulled back. "Are you ready to spend the best day of your life, tesoro?" I hooked my hand on his arm, "With you? Yes." I replied and together, we walked out of the mansion.
My man and I were dramatic, but having the entire driveway up to the lawn with Mimosa flowers arrangement was much more dramatic than my entire existence. What else has Francesca done? And as if he heard me, he chuckled. "Nope. It wasn't my mother. This was all our doing. I told you it would be the best day of your life." The man looked more excited than I should be. He opened the door for me, and we entered his home.
Holy fucking shit! The Conti home was another place today, almost unrecognizable. The flower arrangements in beautiful gold vases, the white long curtains, the smell. Everything was insane. This was just a women's day, right? I had to remind myself of the occasion. "Happy woman's day, sis." Junior came and kissed my cheek. Sis? Now that was a rather quick development. I liked it, "Thanks." I replied.
"Come here, dear," Their father called. I looked at my man and he gave me a nod. I sauntered to him. "Sit with me." He patted the empty space and for some reason, I fidgeted with my dress after sitting. Carmelo came to sit on a couch across from us while Junior was pacing around and looking at the door as if he was expecting something. "First and foremost, happy woman's day." He leaned forward and kissed my hair. "Thank you." No. He said no crying last time, Chichi! No crying.
"I know this is your first time spending it with us and this all must be overwhelming to you." He pointed around his house. Sir, you have no idea. "But I'm going to tell you now. Festa Della Donna is a special day to us, and this has been going on since forever. The ladies of the house, despite their age, don't do anything for the rest of the day and just enjoy the treatment given by the men of the house." I nodded as if I understood. I didn't.
"What I'm trying to say is sit back, relax, and don't mind ordering us around today. Just lock in as Celia likes to say." I giggled at his last words. Celia had sprinkled her gen z effects on everyone. Don't even start with the crazy vocabulary that I was getting accustomed to because of her. I looked around wondering where the mother and daughter were.