SIX YEARS LATER


    “What?” Laura Tosseli yelled in shock as she slowly dropped her ss of wine. She looks deeply into Fiore’s eyes. With her brown hair in a ponytail and her clean navy blue guarded suit, she looks across the table at her best friend. “Twin baby? A boy and a girl? How the fuck did it happen?”


    Laura Tosseli continues. “Is that true? So you just broke up with Dante like this? And live for six years. Just you and the two babies?” She looks disturbed.


    Fiore Evette looks sad at hersagna noodles. “Yes, it’s incredible to think of it.” She smiles, “I’ve survived six years. Such a long time,”


    Laura looks at her best friend in pity. “You will never know. It’s like yesterday when my brother and I grew up together…” She sniffs. “Who would know that you’re now a mother? All still curves up, your slim wide hips,”


    Fiore giggles at Laura. “Common, Aura, I have no choice. I have two children to raise, and all are scheduled up. I am doing three works right now.” She sniffs once more. “English Home tutorial, At noodles restaurant, andstly, a mother!” She grins.


    Laura flinched in shock. She smiles suddenly. “But those jobs don’t make much money. It’s not even enough to feed you and one kid,”


    “Yeah, I know, it’s tough for the name. I am a High-ss graduate of the feed of Fashion, and also I’ve got my degrees, but finding good work in Mn or Sicily needs a connection to do that,” Fioreins.


    Laura smiles. “Me spending half of my years in Seoul is not a pain in my beautiful ass. I am here, girl, and your girl is back, so the Gods must have known that a princess is in distress. So he sent me the acknowledgment Angel to save your motherly ass!”


    Fiore looks at her, confused.


    Laura quickly ms a booklet onto the table, not minding people who stare. “Amica, look! Fifty thousand Euros a month. Secretary to the Boss!”


    Fiore’s eyes opened in shock. “Fif… fifty… tho… thousand Euros?” She clears her throat. “Seems too good to be true,”


    “Do you take me as a fake DR manager?” She furrows her brow at the still-lifeless Fiore. “Everybody knows that the pay is good at Missoni Clothing. I can’t say about others. But I can get you into thatpany for sure with the help of my brother,”


    Fiore picks up the booklet as she rolls her eyes at the requirements. “But look at the requirements: 5’4 in height, well proportioned, bachelor’s degree in business and fashion, Fair or Mnie skin, beautiful face, and graceful behavior,” she raised her eyebrows questionably at Laura. “Isn’t your rich friend looking for a woman?”


    Lauraughs out loud. “I’ve been friends with him since we were kids. Nevercks women! The secretary is going to be picked up by the Boss’s fiance. So rx. He’s not fully yet the King but a prince. He’s there temporarily because his father, Massi Denaro, is testing him.”


    Fiore picks up the booklet again. “Okay, girl, I need this money. My kids are going to school, and I want to send them to the best school.”


    “It’s your grace, Fiore, your grace,” Laura Tosseli smiles as she leans over to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be going now before my husband La sends for me. I’ll create a chance to see you and the kids, okay?”


    Fiore nods. “Okay! Grazie Laura,”


    _


    Fiore slowly opens the door as she enters the house to see her mother doing the dishes and her kids. “Noello, Noelle! Mamma is back!”


    “Mamma!” Noelle yells in happiness as she runs to embrace her mother. “Today, I helped Nonna and sold many clothes,”


    Noello looks coldly at his mother.


    ” Re, what brings you back so early?” Her mother, Ginvera Evette, questions.


    “Good news, I found a new job with the help of a long-gone friend! Starting from tomorrow!”


    “Whatpany?” Noello questions with a frown like he didn’t care, with his five-year-old cold voice and character.


    ” Missoni clothing line!” Fiore mouthed.


    “Missoni clothing. That won the BMF (Best Mn Fashion) and also took over the IFNA(Italy fashion Nova Award) and best parachute regiment of the whole decade?” His hoarse voice snaps. “Do you know their main source?” He snaps at me again!


    “What?” We all looked at him, confused.


    He Looks resentful. “Gang leaders! Mafia King and prince!”


    “Enough of your rubbish talk.” Grandma snaps.


    For goodness sake, he’s just five years old. He’s Mnie-skinned, has a possessive voice, and is hot for his age.


    “Boy, you’re only five. How do youe to know so much about it?” She looks embarrassed at her cold-minded son.


    Noello rolled his ocean-blue eyes at his mother. “They are a rich and powerful firm. They are linked with the Sicilian groups and also Mexico and U. Spanies. They are monopolies domestically. Why would they hire someone like you? Do you even know what you’re about getting yourself into?” He spat.


    “Are you showing contempt for Mamma?” Fiore giggles at him, looking stupid about the machine brain that her son has.


    He didn’t care to respond, but he slowly walked to the couch to sit.


    Noelle grumbles. “But Noello, didn’t you say you want to have dinner? I’m hungry,”


    “Call me Fratello! I am your elder brother, so say it, Fratello maggiore,”


    Noelle rolls her eyes sarcastically at him. “You’re only Nine minutes older than me!”


    “Even still, I am still your Fratello maggiore!” He folds his arms to his chest, looking firm at his sister.


    Noelle grumbles at him. “Are you emphasizing that you’re older than me?”


    He frowns. “I am just saying that I’m older than you, and I am your elder brother, and I have got the right to lecture you,”


    “Un Vhio,” she cusses as she sticks her tongue at him.


    Noello flinched, looking killed. “What? Did you call me old man?”


    Fiore giggles as she holds the two of them. “Come on, don’t fight. Mommy is taking you two to the park tomorrow!”


    “Yeyyy… Park!” Noelle jumps for joy.


    “Whatever!” Noello walks back into his room.


    “What a cold child!” Grandma mutters, watching him leave.


    _


    They arrived at the children’s park. Noelle grumbles. “Mamma, I want candy and chocte chips,” she tugs on the hem of Fiore’s dress.


    She looks down at her five years old. “But baby, Mamma is lining up for tickets. How about you take her to it, Noello?” Fiore looks from Noelle to Noello’s cold eyes.


    Noelle pleaded with her brother. “Big brother, I want to have candy and chocte chips,”


    “Watch your weight!” He rolls his eyes at her.


    “You’re a savage…” Noelle cuss.


    “I know, I’m a savage, ssy, bougie, ratchet, Sassy, moody, nasty, Acting stupid,” he sings, nodding his head at the ming in a fury, Noelle.


    “I hate you!” She whispered.


    Suddenly, a car nearly runs them over. But luckily, the driver holds first on his brake. With a sleek, the vehicle stops.


    The driver opens the door. “Kids, why are you walking on the road by yourselves? This is too dangerous. How could a mother leaves her kids on the park path?”


    Noelle trembles in fright. “Sorry, uncle, we are sorry that we frightened you!” Noello holds his sister’s shoulder to console her knowing quite well that she’s a crybaby. She doesn’t like to be yelled at.


    “Tito,” the model-likedy in the backseat mutters to hispanion, who is busy on his phone. “Look at that boy, and he looks like you so much. And that girl, she looks like your mother,”


    “Does he?” He questioned without taking his eyes off the screen.


    “Tito, do you like children?” She interrupts him again with a shimmering smile. “We’re getting married anyway. I can give you a child,” she adds without letting him reply to her first question.


    The car slowly drives past them. “Watch the road!” Fioreins as she grabs her two kids.


    “Sorry, Mamma!” Noello mutters.


    “Stop the car.” He stammers, turning around to the woman who just embraced the children.


    The driver quickly stops. “Tito, what is wrong?” Gwendolyn Ramos asks, stunned at the look on Tito’s face. He looks out the window.


    That woman looks so familiar! Right, what is wrong with me?


    He holds his head for rxation. “Tito, what is wrong with you?” Gwendolyn Ramos asks, worried at the way Tito touches his head.


    “Nothing, I am fine! Let’s go,” he ordered.


    _


    ****


    RECENT YEAR


    Fiore walks out to the sitting room, looking like a nerd. She grins at Noello. “Baby, Mamma is going to the interview now,” she smiled at him.


    “You’re going to the interview like this?” The five-year-old looks so disgusted at his mother.


    “Baby, you don’t know. You won’t understand, but this is your mother’s outlook on life. So where is your sister?” Fiore asked.


    But suddenly, she heard tiny feet racing towards her; with this, she turned around to see Noelle smiling as she grabbed her. “Mamma…” she called, hugging Fiore, who squatted for her to embrace her.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    “My baby girl, I’ll miss you. Please be suitable for your big brother and also don’t disobey him when I’m gone. Take good care of your grandma Ginvera, okay?”


    “I will, Mamma. You look beautiful this morning,” Noelleplimented her mother.


    With this, Noello sucks his teeth, rolling his eyes dramatically at their gender. “Mamma looks so horrible in that four eye sses. Why did you braid your hair like Noelle’s? I wouldn’t say I like the pigtail hairstyle. And your ck skirt is too long, no man will want to admire your natural beauty, and your white long sleeve is too casual. Troublesome woman,” He rolled his eyes and walked directly onto his room.


    Fiore looked stunned until he finally entered his room-I don’t know where he got his coldness from. He’s so emotionless; even though he cares, he doesn’t show it; I’m just scared of his youth age oue. I’m feeling so sorry for the girls that we agree to date him. He’s so savage and has this wicked look, but the best thing is that he’s very handsome, incredibly cheeky, intelligent, and has beautiful blue eyes.


    “Let me kiss my baby girl goodbye,” Fiore grins as she peeks Noelle on her soft baby cheek.


    “Good luck to you, Mamma; I love you so much,” She smiled slightly. “Go now, Mamma, I don’t want you to bete for the interview,”


    She nodded and waved her goodbye before exiting the entrance of the door. She saw her mom outside as she kissed her forehead.


    “Have a blessed day ahead of you, my dear,” Signora Guivera smiled as she waved Fiore goodbye.


    Fiore walks into the streetne and boards a cab. She smiled at her reflection in the front mirror of the taxi.


    I look good like this; the secretary will personally be hand-picked by the boss’s fiance. No woman would want to put a gorgeous woman closer to her man. So, I must keep a low profile for the time being.