Fabio were the next people to be informed before finally Carlo phoned his parents.
Oh my God I am going to get married. What about my job? Emma knew she would not be happy unless she worked, in Italy it was impossible to find a job. The Euro and Berlusconi had pulled the country into a deep depression. We will sort it out.
As if reading her thoughts, Carlo grinned and gave her an envelope he had kept in his inside jacket pocket. “This is a transfer to London office! You can read it to see for yourself! I kept it open until you would say yes! Now I will tell t hem that I can go tomorrow! I love you Emma...Amore della mia vita!”
Emma flung her arms round his neck and kissed him! “Thank you!”
The only thorns in the flesh now were going to be Antonella and his mother, Flavia. The plus point was that if they had a smaller enough house in London there wouldn’t be any room for them to come and stay!
As if reading her thoughts again he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry we can have a cosy little home where there is no room for unwanted visitors!!”
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
They almost skipped back to the car after lunch. Nothing could possible spoil this magic day. Once again, Rome was working her magic and this day would be a memory forever. Emma felt she would burst with happiness.
Nothing that is but the two women who opened the door to them when they got back to Carlo’s parent’s home. Flavia’s face was like a person who was at the funeral of a beloved member of the family. Antonella’s face was thunder, she was the first to speak up, “I gather congratulations are due. I underestimated you Emma, however be warned you are not married yet!”
Carlo’s father Antonio looked thrilled for them both. He shot Antonella a thunderous look, “Antonella, please leave my home. You were not welcome when you tried to crawl into Carlo’s bed and you most certainly are not welcome here ever again, trying to spoil my son’s happiness. All you are worried about is cents and Euros, you cannot see what joy this daughter will bring him. Yes I think of Emma as a daughter. Now leave!” He escorted her to the door grabbing her coat on route. He turned to his wife and glared at her, “Now Flavia if you wish to be part of this evening’s activities then you had better pull yourself together and welcome our new daughter into our family. If you cannot do this for your son and your husband I suggest you go for an extended stay with your sister. You will leave your credit cards here and bring with you only the rechargeable one. Your account with my bank will be closed and you are to take with you only personal effects. The choice is yours. I will not have my son’s happiness ruined by one of the world’s most selfish women.”
Flavia was white with rage, she picked up a vase and would have thrown it at Emma if Carlo had not caught it first. He felt embarrassed that this woman was his mother. Flavia smiled, “Yes your son’s happiness!” She tossed back her hair and marched out of the room.
“What was all that about?” Carlo asked
“It is a long story. Your mother was her younger sister, she died when you were only a couple of months old. I was beside myself with grief and had no idea how to look after this tiny baby. Flavia was very helpful she stepped in and organised the household. The next thing I know is we are married. She was more in love with my money rather than me...I found out too late. Flavia got you your nannies and ran this house like clockwork. She was an excellent hostess and a calculated lover. The agreement was she could stay as long as she looked after your sister and you and she never let you realise your own mother was dead. Flavia cannot have children, but few people remembered I had been married before and my wife had died when your sister was only a year old and you were two months old. I
Oh my God I am going to get married. What about my job? Emma knew she would not be happy unless she worked, in Italy it was impossible to find a job. The Euro and Berlusconi had pulled the country into a deep depression. We will sort it out.
As if reading her thoughts, Carlo grinned and gave her an envelope he had kept in his inside jacket pocket. “This is a transfer to London office! You can read it to see for yourself! I kept it open until you would say yes! Now I will tell t hem that I can go tomorrow! I love you Emma...Amore della mia vita!”
Emma flung her arms round his neck and kissed him! “Thank you!”
The only thorns in the flesh now were going to be Antonella and his mother, Flavia. The plus point was that if they had a smaller enough house in London there wouldn’t be any room for them to come and stay!
As if reading her thoughts again he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry we can have a cosy little home where there is no room for unwanted visitors!!”
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
They almost skipped back to the car after lunch. Nothing could possible spoil this magic day. Once again, Rome was working her magic and this day would be a memory forever. Emma felt she would burst with happiness.
Nothing that is but the two women who opened the door to them when they got back to Carlo’s parent’s home. Flavia’s face was like a person who was at the funeral of a beloved member of the family. Antonella’s face was thunder, she was the first to speak up, “I gather congratulations are due. I underestimated you Emma, however be warned you are not married yet!”
Carlo’s father Antonio looked thrilled for them both. He shot Antonella a thunderous look, “Antonella, please leave my home. You were not welcome when you tried to crawl into Carlo’s bed and you most certainly are not welcome here ever again, trying to spoil my son’s happiness. All you are worried about is cents and Euros, you cannot see what joy this daughter will bring him. Yes I think of Emma as a daughter. Now leave!” He escorted her to the door grabbing her coat on route. He turned to his wife and glared at her, “Now Flavia if you wish to be part of this evening’s activities then you had better pull yourself together and welcome our new daughter into our family. If you cannot do this for your son and your husband I suggest you go for an extended stay with your sister. You will leave your credit cards here and bring with you only the rechargeable one. Your account with my bank will be closed and you are to take with you only personal effects. The choice is yours. I will not have my son’s happiness ruined by one of the world’s most selfish women.”
Flavia was white with rage, she picked up a vase and would have thrown it at Emma if Carlo had not caught it first. He felt embarrassed that this woman was his mother. Flavia smiled, “Yes your son’s happiness!” She tossed back her hair and marched out of the room.
“What was all that about?” Carlo asked
“It is a long story. Your mother was her younger sister, she died when you were only a couple of months old. I was beside myself with grief and had no idea how to look after this tiny baby. Flavia was very helpful she stepped in and organised the household. The next thing I know is we are married. She was more in love with my money rather than me...I found out too late. Flavia got you your nannies and ran this house like clockwork. She was an excellent hostess and a calculated lover. The agreement was she could stay as long as she looked after your sister and you and she never let you realise your own mother was dead. Flavia cannot have children, but few people remembered I had been married before and my wife had died when your sister was only a year old and you were two months old. I
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