CHAPTER 4
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The lengthy and silent automobile ride lasted the entire time. I figured it was because Mr. Alessandro resided in a very affluent region.
I was astounded by the vista when we eventually arrived at the house. I reflected that I would never be able to get about. I made an effort to hide the shock on my face so as to avoid coming off as odd.
Both Mr. Alessandro and I got out of the vehicle. I trailed behind him as he made his way toward the home. I smiled and politely thanked the guard who had unlocked the entrance for us before walking inside the mansion.
I nearly laughed out loud as I realized that the dark design of the house complemented Mr. Alessandro's gloomy personality wonderfully.
I kept my composure and followed Mr. Alessandro.
I wasn't sure if I should continue to follow him as he made his way into a bedroom, but I did. Three doors led to a sizable bedroom, which we entered. a bathroom, a closet for both men and women.
Finally breaking the silence, he murmured, "This will be our room," but not in a pleasant way.
"Our? Are we required to share? I referred to my discomfort. I mean, I've never met the man.
He does a U-turn and turns to face me, giving me a furious look in the eye.
His glares are really menacing. I feel like escaping from him because of that.
"Everybody must believe we are in love... That also applies to the household staff. You will be in danger if anyone has even the slightest suspicion. Understand?" I nodded while feeling scared as he said.
Can he harm me? His voice instantly distracted me once more.
"Get ready, my parents will be meeting you soon." He spoke. I was hesitant to ask him the questions I wanted to.
Why are his parents meeting me? If they inquire about our relationship, I won't know anything about him. At least according to my sister, I'm not very adept at telling falsehoods.
I went inside the closet he indicated and started hunting for something to wear. There were a plethora of dresses available.
He approaches me from behind, chooses a dress, and hands it to me.
The lady who will do your hair and cosmetics will arrive soon. He says, once more looking at the garment.
"I can handle it myself, it's not necessary," I remarked that I didn't want anyone to make me seem excessive.
"No, you have to present yourself in a particular way to various people. Since you don't belong to my civilization, you must learn. he claims.
I mumble "Ok," unsure whether he heard me, and he quickly emerged from the closet.
I adore the dress after putting it on. Everything about it is exactly in place.
When I came out of the closet, Mr. Alessandro was on the phone and appeared to be having a good time. While I was waiting for the woman to do my hair and cosmetics, I sat down in silence in front of the dresser.
He hangs up the phone after saying, "Bye, I'll see you soon."
Then I speak after a little period of silence in the space.
I spoke without thinking, "I see how you want me to dress up nicely in front of your parents." I hastily turned to face Mr. Alessandro and noticed his sneer. Maybe he is aware of other expressions on the face.
I grinned and turned my head away as he remarked, "I see you pick up quickly."
I again broke the stillness after a little while.
What's your first name, by the way? I said I was ashamed.
He gave a soft laugh. He uttered "Marco". "Ok." Before I broke the silence once more, there was another pause.
"I'm assuming your parents are unaware of how this marriage came about." I said wanting to learn more.
No, they don't. But why are you asking such a question? Catching me off guard, he said.
Why? Is it not clear? You really did threaten me?
"Well, you said we shouldn't tell everyone we aren't in love. In order to, you know, act, I think I need to know a few things about you. I remarked as I saw him pull a box from the drawer.
"So no, then. Except for your mother and sister, we are the only people who are aware of this marriage. He moves to approach me while holding a velvet package.
"Camilla, there's not much to know about me." He spoke. Camilla My name sounds so different when he says it, I thought.
"I'm the CEO of Alessandro Enterprises, and I'm 25." He continues as he approaches me and faces me.
He pulls a ring from the box after opening it. I interpret his extending his hand as a sign, put my hand in his, and he puts the ring on.
The ring was stunning and had a perfect fit.
I didn't like the uneasy tension that existed between us. I still didn't know a lot about him, but I suppose I'll just have to go with the flow.
When someone knocked on the door, Marco opened it for them. While Marco waited on the phone, Maria approached me and introduced herself. She then started doing my hair and cosmetics.
My hair was styled by her in a low bun with a few stray strands at the front. She used straightforward, beautiful makeup that looked as natural as possible.
As soon as I finished getting ready, Maria went. I sat there silently, waiting for Marco to say something.
He abruptly rises up and says, "They're here," to which I nod.
Will Camilla's parents like Marco?
Marco and I descended the stairs to his parents. I felt very anxious. What if my agreement to exact my dad's wrath falls through because they didn't like me?
Or what if I falter and Marco reneges on the agreement?
He assures her, "Don't worry, my parents are regular folks." He must have known I was uneasy. I'm a little taken aback by his attempt to reassure as I stare at him.
He is genuinely unpredictable. He alternates between being icy and grinning at me.
From the glass window, which I assume is tinted from the outside, I can see his parents getting out of their car.
And wow, did they not appear normal.
They were normal, you claimed. Your mother seems very swanky. I won't make it through this. The last phrase was said in a whisper.
He giggles a little, which causes me to look at him. He was very attractive. I understand why girls swoon over him. How I didn't fall in love with him the moment I saw him is beyond me. Perhaps as a result of the setting in which we met?
We welcomed his parents and sat with them in the living room when they came inside. I sat a little farther away from Marco and his dad, as did his mother.
She remarked, "You must be my son's fiance." "Yes, Camilla here." I spoke while attempting to mask my anxiety.
How did you two meet, then? To both of us, Marco's father says.
I should have asked him about the fundamentals, I thought. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for not utilizing my head.
"We got together at one of my eateries. There, Camilla used to work. He says, which relieves me.
"Your parents made you go to work?" Mom of Marco enquired.
Is working not typical? I pondered. I understand that you're wealthy, but not everyone is. I don't know how to respond because my parents didn't even make me work.
Marco cut me off with "I-". "Camilla doesn't have any parents." He said something that surprised me.
What makes Marco lie? At least he could have told me.
Marco added, "She had to work to provide for her needs. I made an effort not to appear astonished and simply looked down at my hands.
Camilla, I'm very sorry," Marco's mother said.
No, it's okay; don't be alarmed. I smile, and she reciprocates.
I feel bad for deceiving them. I mean, Marco lied, not me. But even so.
So the wedding is three days away? Marco nods as his father attempts to deflect the subject.
Another pleasant surprise today. It seems like Marco likes to surprise people. I restrained myself from scowling.
Marco's father abruptly stands up, acting as if he didn't want to be there at all.
Marco's dad replies, "Well, we have to go now. Your mom here was dying to know about your wife so we came," to his wife's apparent displeasure.
I was able to detect that Marco's folks weren't the friendliest. They were acting sincere, but Marco's lack of warmth toward them revealed otherwise. Or perhaps he behaves that way around everyone?
We all stood up and went to the door with them.
Marco's father greets Camilla, "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Alessandro"
My two side-kisses are returned by Marco's mother. She seems posh, I can tell.
She says, "Welcome to the family." For some reason, she seemed to wince when she pronounced the word "family," she claimed.
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