loved your mother and no other woman could take her place. Flavia felt like a woman because she had two children at home, she took you to school and when convenient took you to birthday parties, she has been a good mother...if a distant mother. I think in her own way she loves you both and I think in her own way she is fond of me too.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
Heavy silence.
“Do you have a photo of my mother?” Carlo asked unable to think of anything else. This was why he had felt so guilty not loving his mother as much as he saw Fabio adored his mother.
“Yes Carlo I do I have albums of photos. I keep them in the bank. They are my most precious possessions. I feared if I left them here she might lose her temper one day and destroy all my memories and all my love.”
“Can you show me them in the bank of course.”
“Yes and if you like you can bring Emma with you and she can see what a lovely woman your mother was.”
Emma hugged him, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, “I would be very honoured if you let me see them too. Thank you. What was her name?”
“Sofia, her name was Sofia. She had jet black wavy hair and deep blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman inside and outside. We were only married for three years!”
Carlo hugged his father. He was still confused as to why nobody had ever told him and yet he had never fully connected with his “Mother” . However this woman who was his aunt had not had an easy time and she had reared two children who were not hers. If nothing else she merited his respect.
Flavia seemed to have calmed down. She swept back into the room tossing her dark hair behind her. “I am sorry Carlo you had to find out like this. I consider you my son and your sister my daughter, even if I did not feel you do your first kick in my womb. I hope you have a fruitful and happy marriage. Marriage is not all a bed of roses believe me but if you are lucky enough to choose the right person, those moments of happiness make up for the sad moments. Your mother had three years of happiness. I had thirty years of marriage.”
Those words would come back to her later, three years of happiness and thirty of marriage.
Chapter seven
Confucius
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
6 months later.....
The sun shone outside, the deep blue skies promising a warm day for their wedding. Emma and Georgina woke up early with butterflies in their stomachs. They had decided to share their wedding and then they would be keeping their flat in London when they moved pro temps to Italy before they were going to be posted to Singapore. They were both thankful that they had each other for the first few months being married and starting a new life and new job. Georgina’s company had loved the documentary they had made so there would be more work for both of them but it was not permanent and they would have to find something they could do abroad. The thought of becoming teachers filled them with dread. However all that could sort itself out later, for now they had their wedding.
They decided to do each other’s makeup and let the hairdresser do their hair. They dressed in towelling robes and put on thick face masks listening to quiet music. They laughed as they tried to picture their future husband’s faces if they saw them with cucumbers on their eyes and the avocado face mask thickly layered on their faces!
Ah! But one has to suffer to be beautiful. Emma’s dress was ivory, calm and honest. The beautiful antique lace veil would ward off the evil spirits who may be jealous of her beauty! Carlo informed her the custom originated in Rome to ward off the evil spirits who were jealous of her happiness...there were a few! She wore her family tiara.
Georgina’s dress was Italian, ivory with an antique lace from Cantù bodice and sleeves, She wore peach roses in her hair instead of a tiara, The something old they had both chosen lace, something new were their lingerie!
Silence.
Dead silence.
Heavy silence.
“Do you have a photo of my mother?” Carlo asked unable to think of anything else. This was why he had felt so guilty not loving his mother as much as he saw Fabio adored his mother.
“Yes Carlo I do I have albums of photos. I keep them in the bank. They are my most precious possessions. I feared if I left them here she might lose her temper one day and destroy all my memories and all my love.”
“Can you show me them in the bank of course.”
“Yes and if you like you can bring Emma with you and she can see what a lovely woman your mother was.”
Emma hugged him, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, “I would be very honoured if you let me see them too. Thank you. What was her name?”
“Sofia, her name was Sofia. She had jet black wavy hair and deep blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman inside and outside. We were only married for three years!”
Carlo hugged his father. He was still confused as to why nobody had ever told him and yet he had never fully connected with his “Mother” . However this woman who was his aunt had not had an easy time and she had reared two children who were not hers. If nothing else she merited his respect.
Flavia seemed to have calmed down. She swept back into the room tossing her dark hair behind her. “I am sorry Carlo you had to find out like this. I consider you my son and your sister my daughter, even if I did not feel you do your first kick in my womb. I hope you have a fruitful and happy marriage. Marriage is not all a bed of roses believe me but if you are lucky enough to choose the right person, those moments of happiness make up for the sad moments. Your mother had three years of happiness. I had thirty years of marriage.”
Those words would come back to her later, three years of happiness and thirty of marriage.
Chapter seven
Confucius
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
6 months later.....
The sun shone outside, the deep blue skies promising a warm day for their wedding. Emma and Georgina woke up early with butterflies in their stomachs. They had decided to share their wedding and then they would be keeping their flat in London when they moved pro temps to Italy before they were going to be posted to Singapore. They were both thankful that they had each other for the first few months being married and starting a new life and new job. Georgina’s company had loved the documentary they had made so there would be more work for both of them but it was not permanent and they would have to find something they could do abroad. The thought of becoming teachers filled them with dread. However all that could sort itself out later, for now they had their wedding.
They decided to do each other’s makeup and let the hairdresser do their hair. They dressed in towelling robes and put on thick face masks listening to quiet music. They laughed as they tried to picture their future husband’s faces if they saw them with cucumbers on their eyes and the avocado face mask thickly layered on their faces!
Ah! But one has to suffer to be beautiful. Emma’s dress was ivory, calm and honest. The beautiful antique lace veil would ward off the evil spirits who may be jealous of her beauty! Carlo informed her the custom originated in Rome to ward off the evil spirits who were jealous of her happiness...there were a few! She wore her family tiara.
Georgina’s dress was Italian, ivory with an antique lace from Cantù bodice and sleeves, She wore peach roses in her hair instead of a tiara, The something old they had both chosen lace, something new were their lingerie!
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