The charm of Mr. De Luca

La Mia Sposa's

Camilla was fixated on the reality that was happening before her eyes. The hope that he had hung up so high for Matteo, was now simply shattered. Everything crashed violently into a deep abyss.

His heart seemed to have turned into small pieces, into pieces. The girl was speechless. Only tears kept dripping down his smooth cheeks.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say right now in front of Matteo. However, a word he could not get out. Camilla tried to sing a smile, even though her heart hurt so much. All his life, he had never felt such disappointment like this.

During this time, there was not a single wish that his parents never obeyed. They are a beautiful family in Brescia. Luxury has been Camilla's friend ever since the girl was born into the world. However, now all his luxuries are in vain, because all of them can not afford the love of Matteo for him. Slowly, Camilla rewinded herself a few steps, before the slender body turned around and ran away leaving Mia and Matteo.

“Do you not want to chase after him, Theo?” asked Mia while looking down deeply. His voice sounded very soft and hesitant.

“Do you want me to go after him?” Matteo asked flatly. He accompanied Camilla's departure with a cold look.

“Depending on how your heart wants it,” replied Mia while looking away. The young lady was very disappointed.

Matteo was silent for a moment. A moment later, he turned his gaze to Mia's gloomy-looking face. “I don't want to chase him. I don't want to leave you alone here!” emphatically.

“I think you've done arbitrarily and unfairly to Camilla,” muttered Mia slowly.

Matteo was in disbelief. His face that was used to being flat and cold, now became full of expression. “You are truly unique, my dear! Did I not hear wrong? You want me to go after him? Aren't you jealous?” matteo Cecar.

“Of course I'm jealous!” sentak Mia's. “Only I imagined myself as that girl! You use his body as well as your heart, then you just throw it away!” the girl was upset.

Mia turned her body and turned her back to Matteo. While crossing her arms, the girl nanar looked at the expanse of vine trees before her.

“I'm a jerk, Mia! I won't blame anyone because I'm the one who's lost my way since losing you. I couldn't think clearly at that time,” to Matteo.

“Will but, I still won't catch up to him!” he added a few moments later. Slightly pushy, Matteo holds both of Mia's arms and turns over her future wife.

She looked at Mia deeply. Matteo's breath is hunting. Mia's sad face with the glare of my eyes, always managed to wash it away. “I'm trying to reach you, Mia. I'm not gonna let you loose again. Not now, or forever!” matteo's tone was filled with emphasis. After that, Mia's lips kissed softly and so washed away, that the two did not realize that Sorella was near them both.

“Ma-pardon me, Mr. Matteo. It is time for Miss Florecita to try on her wedding dress,” Sorella stuttered while looking down deeply.

Matteo was forced to let go of those ripe lips and turned to Sorella. “What designer I ordered has come?” tanyakanya.

“Already, Sir. They were waiting in the middle room. Excuse me,” Sorella still lowered her head and slightly bowed before passing from before Matteo.

“Come, Cara mia. Your wedding dress is waiting,” take Matteo. Moments later Mia's body freezes. Hearing the word ‘gown bridal’, again reminded him of the dark time three years ago.

Meanwhile, Camilla half ran towards the car she had parked just like that in front of the second gate of Cassa de Luca. His tears did not stop flowing, though he held it to such an extent. There was nothing he wanted at the time, other than to go back to his apartment. He wanted to cry as he could while curled up on his luxurious bed.

In a hurry, Camilla pulled out the remote of the car and attempted to unlock it. However, everything stopped when Antonio came to him with a face that was difficult to interpret.

"Camilla, my daughter" Antonio's heavy voice greeted him warmly.

Camilla. "Uncle," he wrote.

Antonio's getting closer. “Let me guess! You must have met the woman,” said the man with the thick beard while grinning little. He leaned next to the steering wheel without excuse. While Camilla only nodded faintly while rubbing her two wet cheeks.

“Why are you crying? Don't you want to do something?” lure Antonio in a cold tone. "I know your father very well. It would be a sin if I let you get hurt like that because of my nephew Matteo" he continued.

Camilla shook her head slowly. “Maybe I did accompany Matteo to sleep and so his impingement. However, I know he never loved me, although I wish he would change after everything I gave him,” he regretted.

“Then, you will take for granted Matteo's treatment of you? He was a clan leader. He should have shown an attitude of responsibility towards you,” urged Antonio.

“You have the right to claim your rights for the three years you have spent together,”.

“You see for yourself don't you, what kind of girl Matteo's choice? It is truly not worth it to be with him! You're the one who's far more worthy of Matteo! Moreover, your parents and my sister have been friends for a long time!”

Camilla was stunned to hear Antonio's words, but she did not want to respond to the words of the man she was with. The girl was silent as she entered her vehicle. However, when Camilla was about to start the engine of the car, Antonio's hand immediately knocked hard on the car glass so inevitably Camilla opened it.

Same with Mia. When entering the living room, the young woman's chest again felt tight. A wedding dress was already on display there. Dress with beautiful and elegant white color. Meanwhile, several people were seen pacing around the dress while doing something on the cloth.

“I think to give you a wedding dress that used to be worn at my mother's wedding, just change the model of her arms and waist,” said Matteo excitedly. "We don't have much time to order a new dress. However, look! It's a very historic dress. Because of that dress, this handsome man was born into the world" said Matteo interspersed with jokes that make Mia a little surprised. He didn't expect Matteo to be able to joke either.

Mia nodded and forced her smile. It is undeniable that he now feels so happy. However, on the other hand the fear kept coming to say hello. Without feeling it, streams of sweat profusely soaked his forehead. Mia's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

“You all right, honey? What the hell happened to you? Are you sick?” Matteo held onto Mia's shoulder and looked at every inch of her face. He was trying to find an answer there.

“I'm fine,” rebut Mia. However, he did not dare to point his eyeballs at Matteo.

“Please, don't hide anything from me,” pinta the man slowly.

Mia seemed hesitant to answer Matteo's question. He almost opened his mouth, when one of the designer men that Matteo ordered approached the two of them, saying, “You may try on the dress now, Miss Florecita.”

Unknowingly, Mia gripped Matteo's arm so tightly. What Mia did back then, was the same as she did during the welcoming event by the elders last night. Mia also had a tight grip on Matteo's hand. Now Matteo understood. Mia did just that when she was in fear. “What are you afraid of, Mia?” ask Matteo gently. Mia nodded while shaking her head

“It's okay. You better be frank with me,” persuaded Matteo.

Mia seemed to think for a moment before replying, “I .. I'm afraid, Theo. I was afraid to see the wedding dress, because .. because it reminded me of the incident.” Mia's shadow turned back to the events of a few years ago. Suddenly his chest was so hot that he had trouble breathing. Mia was his chest. His breathing began to growl. Cold sweat mixed with tears, dripping profusely on his face.

“Hei, Mia! Relax, Honey! Make an effort to catch your breath and take away that terrible shadow for a moment. Just look at my face,” persuade Matteo to calm Mia down. Covered Mia's restless face gently.

“Me company. Accompany me to the dressing room,” whispered Mia.

“Of course, Way mia. I will accompany,” without hesitation, Matteo clasped Mia's wrist to head to the dressing room. There, already waiting for designer acquaintance Matteo with some of his assistants who are holding a dress that Mia will try a while longer.

“Fixed beside me, Theo,” fretted Mia with a look of a face that looked so anxious.

Matteo nodded while smiling faintly. He obeyed Mia's words by staying by her side, until the moment an assistant presented the white wedding dress to Mia. Soon, Matteo receives her mother's wedding dress.

The small dressing room was full of Matteo. But he doesn't care.

Patently, Matteo helps unzip Mia's shirt. Looks smooth back that always makes Matteo tempted. Even for the moment. The man still had time to kiss his shoulder and some parts on Mia's back.

“Where's the dress, Theo? They've been waiting!” mia protested half a whisper. She felt uncomfortable with the naughty behavior of her future husband. Matteo chuckled amusedly realizing his own behavior. She then helped to attach the dress to Mia's body, which was then standing glued in front of a mirror as tall as her. The plain white dress, now installed and make Matteo can not turn his eyes away from the reflection of the mirror in front of him

"La mia sposa (My Bride)," whispered Matteo softly as she kissed Mia's shoulder gently and lovingly.