The builders of Italy

Chapter Five

Today is the day of the coronation and we are currently at Alexa's grandma house. We arrived yesterday. 

After the dinner two days ago, the only thing Rupert has said to me was good morning and that was this morning. We had spent yesterday listening to the countess rant about the do's and don't of the house of bourbon and to be honest it was a very long, boring and annoying speech. I can handle all her rules but why would she tell me to just take a few sip of my drink and if I really needed to eat, it should be a very small quantity but preferably she will like it if I can go the night on just freaking champagne. Fine, I know I love food but that doesn't mean I can't control myself. it's not fair, the one time I get to go to a royal ball, I am asked to stay clear away from food as if that is possible.

I look at myself in the mirror admiring my burgundy gown with the little piece of diamond necklace the countess had given me when she noticed how grumpy I was when she mentioned steering clear away from food. it is really pretty. I had spent hours trying to style my hair, all efforts was futile and I ended up with a messy bun. That's actually the only hairstyle I can really pull off. I had touched my face with a little foundation and applied mascara and a nude beige lipstick. I had been nervous about how I looked but now that I am facing the mirror, I have to accept that I indeed look stunning. I twirl giggling at the sight but one thing I am missing is a shoe. I don't have any shoe to go with the gown.

"Rosa, are you there?" a voice that sounds like Rupert calls from the other side of the door.

"yes" I say shuffling to open the door. Rupert stare at me. mouth open.

"yo..you look errmm..Beau.... beautiful" he stutters.

"oh thanks. you don't look bad yourself" he is in a grey color tuxedo and his hair had earlier been gelled to the back.

"I just wanted to give you this as an apology for the other day. I am really sorry and didn't mean what I said" he gives me a parcel wrapped in a pink paper. I wonder what is there.

"It's nothing and you don't have to give me a gift to ask for my forgiveness" I try giving him back but he refuses to take it back

"then try taking it as a"welcome to Spain gift" he smiles.

"If you insist " I take it from him. "thanks" I mutter softly. He nods"you are welcome" he says looking awkwardly around "I will be downstairs" he turns and leave. I sit on the bed bringing out the box. Inside is a beautiful nude strap heels. I put it on and it fits in perfectly. I think this will do for tonight.

I walk down the stairs and Lexy is standing by the mini bar drowning herself in alcohol. she is wearing a dark blue lace dress. it is not extravagant but it probably cost a fortune. 

"Are we all ready?" Reginald comes in asking. He too was dressed in a tuxedo just like his boss.

"where is your grandma?" I ask Lexy who is still focused on the bottle of whiskey in front of her.

"she already left. she is a countess. what do you think? that she will stick around playing dress up with you" that's not nice.

"you don't have to be mean, I was only asking a question" I tell her.

"well the question was a very ridiculous one" she says not even sparing me a glance.

"Remind me to never ask you a question again" I say and walk out of the house in anger going to seat in the waiting limousine.

"Rosa" Alexa calls for the fifth time nudging me.

"what!" I snap making her laugh lightly " you are not really angry right?"

" I am very much annoyed so don't talk to me" I look out the window.

"seriously Rosa, you know I was joking" I don't reply and she taps me "you can't seriously be mad at me .I said I was sorry" she presses on.

" Alexa she said you shouldn't speak to her. let her have her little peace and quiet." Rupert says in a scolding tone. Thanks Rupert, I just can't deal with your sister.

"Nobody asked for your opinion" she tells Rupert off and he just rolls his eyes and shoots his gaze back to his phone.

After some minutes, Reginald pulls over. We pile out of the car and Reginald gives the key to a valet. The Royal house is something I have never seen before and I open my mouth in awe and suddenly feels a popsicle stick in my mouth. WTF! I turn to Alexa and she starts to laugh. I glare at her playfully.

"where did you get that from?" she shrugs and pulls me inside where Rupert stood talking to security.

"Count Phillips grandchildren" he introduces and the security checks the list and confirms. He nods signalling for us to enter. Inside the palace is another world entirely. Decorations everywhere, royals both men and women of different royal class and I am beginning to feel like I should have put more effort in my appearance but never the less, I still blend in.

"It is so beautiful" I gush

"I know right" Alexa exclaims clearly as excited as I am and we go on to meet her grandparents. Of course her grandfather is still alive. I wasn't aware of that until a few minutes ago.

 NARRATOR'S POV

"Are you there yet?" the Don asks the man on the other side of the line.

"Not yet" 

"Why the waste of time?" he asks in annoyance but he couldn't really be mad at his bestfriend. He sighs and holds the bridge of his nose.

"It's just 6 pm, the guest are just arriving" the other man defends himself.

"The earlier you go in the better. Princess Eulalia is probably still in the dressing room and there you will be able to reach her but once she leaves that room, that's the end. And I really don't want to do this the hard way. Am I clear?" the boss instructs.

"Si" his right hand man and bestfriend replies. His bestfriend knows the boss isn't in a good mood so he didn't bother arguing.

"Alright.Have a nice evening"the Don says and drop the call. He sits in the armchair and took a large gulp of his whiskey staring at the picture. The picture of the next target after Eulalia. She is probably older now he says to himself. The picture was taken years ago. it was a picture of her grandfather and her. Her grandfather. A ruthless person who made even a mafia boss like him scared. But the grandfather was dead and now the granddaughter is someone he finds himself thinking about all day long and he is sure he is going to meet her soon..So soon that he can feel his hand shaking in anticipation. He just prays he meets her before the others gets to her. Her name is Rosalina. Rosalina Scott or as her grandfather would say Rosalina Viktor.