CARMELO
It was only the three of us in the whole mansion, but God, did we turn the house into a marketplace. Especially in the kitchen. This day was always fun to us. We got to do the things that we never did on any other normal day. I didn't know how to put it but working my ass off to make my woman happy made me the happiest.
I knew this was too much for her but in these past few days spent with her, I got to know my woman very well. I observed and learned from her like one would read their favorite fantasy book. She was going to cope.
"Place them in the dining room, be careful with them!" I handed Junior a tray of cookies. I made them with so much love for everyone of course, but I couldn't wait to see her have the first bite. "I'm twenty-four, not four." He sneered at me. "Yeah, and how did that ever change anything about your rebellious side?" I uttered. He shook his head and walked out the kitchen.
I might be a dick, but those cookies were sacred. Last time I made them, it was a total disaster. And yes, I wanted to show off some more today. The ladies had been gone for hours now and would return anytime soon since the sky was getting orange already. We made different dishes. Well, none of us were experts, we just put on the aprons and did what we could. "Papa said to keep the food in the hotpots for now or they'll get cold." He said, standing by the island.
We spent the next few minutes doing so. Until everything was laid out in the dining room. Junior and I then went down to the wine cellar. It's been a while since I last stepped down here. Each one of us stood at a different aisle of fine wines, choosing. I picked a bottle of Barolo, Mama's favorite red wine and added it to the cart. "About Chelsea," I started. "What about her?" He didn't even face me, and placed our dad's favorite, Chianti Classico, in the cart.
"She is a good person." I spoke. He sighed. "What are you trying to say, bro?" he cocked his head, bored. "That not to mess around with her if you are only with her for a fling. She is one of the good ones. I can tell." I said calmly, sliding in a bottle of Valpolicella. "Yours was bad news right from the beginning and I said nothing to you." He retorted. "Because you know I'm serious about her. I need to know if you feel the same for her." He shook his head, adding a bottle of Amarone. "And why are you so deeply concerned about my love life, bro? You think you have become a Romeo now that you got Chiara?"
I shook my head, "Jesus, Junior. We don't mess with the good ones. That's where I'm getting at. And fuck Romeo, I'm Carmelo." I growled, "Aye, aye, captain." He gave me a salute with his two fingers.
I smiled and picked a bottle of Barbaresco in one hand, Bourbon on the other and added them to the cart. "I'm planning to propose to her."
He turned, "Good. You've been cock blocking yourself for ages now. You'll finally get laid."
"Fuck you, Junior." I added another bottle. He laughed.
"She is troublesome, but I think that's what makes her distinctive. I like her. Your Chiara. And thanks to your stupid lover boy influence I now got hypnotized by Chelsea. I love her and am truly serious about her. No need to worry." He said after a short silence.
I smiled at him in acknowledgment. Awed that my little brother has finally fallen. Never thought I'd see the day. Now he was going to understand me and my middle of the night calls. "Now let's head up before papa ruins the table in the name of decorating." He said and walked ahead of me with the wine cart.