The charm of Mr. De Luca

Holy Altar

It was already noon, but Camilla's beautiful body was still covered in blankets to the head. He did not care at all about his phone that had rang dozens of times. One of them is the name of Antonio listed there. However, the girl remained in her position. Lying curled to the side, like a sickle.

Moments later, a ringing of the call tone sounded different from the previous call. Camilla did provide a special ringtone, for incoming calls coming from both her parents. Inevitably the girl had to answer a phone call that turned out to be from the mother. “What's up, Madre?” Camilla answered the incoming call lazily. He just pulled a little from the blanket that covered his body.

“Gosh! You just woke up?” the voice of a woman from across the street. “Hurry to prepare, and attend Matteo's wedding to represent us!Please tell him we can't attend. There is still business to be done by your father in Madrid,” the woman's message.

Camilla snorted in annoyance. If his mother had ordered something, then there was no reason for him to disobey. In fact, it was hard for Camilla to attend Matteo's wedding, given the many memories she had gone through with the beautiful man.

"I'm not feeling well, ma," Camilla started looking for excuses.

"Come on, baby don't act like that! I know you love her a lot, but you have to remember that we have a God-ordained partner. Rest assured that one day you will find someone else, who may be better than Matteo" the mother said.

The woman understood what Camilla was feeling right now, only a week ago did Camilla tell her about her closeness to Matteo. He was surprised when Damiano contacted the husband, a close colleague of Roberto's, and reported the news of Matteo's marriage. However, both of Camilla's parents had to be thoughtful.

"Come on, ma," said Camilla lethargic. He did not want to get out of his bed. A moment later, he remembered the message without pause sent by Antonio last night that he had not responded to. The man he considers an uncle, forces him to do something that is not in accordance with his conscience.

The establishment of Camilla began to falter, between attending the wedding or not. In the end, Camilla decided not to come. His heart was still not ready to see Matteo take an oath of allegiance, to live on, with another girl who was not him. Camilla preferred to keep her body on the bed and go back to sleep. This time, he denied the orders of his mother.

Silence in Camilla's apartment, inversely proportional to the lively atmosphere in Casa de Luca. The moments leading to the blessing event will take place soon. Guests, made up of elders and colleagues from the late Roberto, were all set to sit down. The sacred ceremony was held in the middle of the Casa de Luca park, which borders the grass slopes.

Below there, there is a vast expanse of plantations that look so beautiful and soothing. Floral decorations and other decorations are already installed on the right and left sides of the altar, where the bride will walk in a moment.

That afternoon, Coco looked very neat and handsome. He served as the groom's companion and stood gallantly next to Matteo. Highlight his eyes can not be separated from the figure of Francesca who just came there while holding a handsome young man who looks the same age as him. The young man looked so tall and friendly, but of course Coco still felt that she was much cooler than the man. With his arrogance, he tidied the front of the tuxedo he was wearing.

However, it turned out that his conscience could not lie. Coco could not stay still looking at the scene that made her heart burn. Soon Matteo left alone to approach Francesca. “You look beautiful, Francy,” compliments her while winking one eye with a seductive naughty smile.

Francesca and Filippo looked at him. “You are also visible ...” Francesca did not dare to continue her words, because now the lover was glaring sharply at him.

“Ah, alright! Apparently there are angry and soon will explode,” Coco jokes while turning and waving. One hand he put in his pants pocket calmly. Coco did not take Filippo's anger yesterday as anything serious. It was like facing a child who was sulking.

Coco turned her back and looked at where Francesca was. Instantly the sweet smile he had given to the girl faded, as Francesca no longer looked in her sight. Coco began to circulate her gaze to every corner of the garden, sweeping away almost all the faces present there, which were on average people from the upper classes. However, he did not find a beautiful face of that height. I don't know where Filippo took the girl.

“I asked permission to disappear in five minutes only, Amico!” whispered Coco who then went from beside Matteo without waiting for the approval of her best friend.

“The event will start soon!” exclaimed Matteo who was completely ignored by the man who was being drunk on his head. Coco broke through the few guests who were still standing in groups and continued walking while circulating her gaze. Highlight his eyes then stopped on two lovebirds who seemed to be fighting at the edge of the fountain pool on one side of the park.

“What's the problem, Francy?” Coco walked up to Francesca with a tense look on her face. His emotions were slightly provoked when he saw the wet corner of Francesca's eyes, like he had just cried. “Did he hurt you?” ask again.

“Do not interfere, freak! You've disturbed my lover enough! Actually I could've hit you when I just hugged my Francy in her apartment back then!” hardik the young man was long.

“Oh, yes? Why don't you do it?” Coco came forward with a defiant attitude. His hands were clenched and ready to strike.

“Ricci, stop!” whining Francesca while blocking Coco who was moving closer. Francesca knows very well who Coco is. The girl had seen him beat up five people at once. It would not be difficult for Coco to do the same against Filippo who had not mastered martial arts at all.

However, Coco, who had been overcome by anger, behaved indifferently. He pushed forward, until he finally stopped when he felt a little pain in his arm. Coco looked over immediately. It turned out that Damiano was gripping his arm while glaring sharply. “Don't ruin the event I've prepared half dead in these two days!” snarl. A moment later, Damiano grabbed Coco's ear and pulled her slightly away from Francesca and her lover.

Coco who lost her pride in front of Francesca, could only snort in annoyance without daring to refute against Damiano. “This is all unfinished!” hiss Coco pointed to Francesca's lover. He looked at Damiano before he passed.

Damiano was the one who compiled the invitation list. He had to work hard to prepare everything in just such a short time. If it were not for his great affection for Matteo, then he would have considered this all madness, having to prepare a wedding in just a few days.

Meanwhile, Coco was already back standing by the groom's side. His face looked so gloomy that it certainly did not go unnoticed by Matteo.

“You are so ugly. Be happy for a moment for me,” taunted Matteo lightly.

Coco didn't want to respond. He just looked around, hoping that Francesca would soon be seated where she had been prepared.

However, all he saw at that time was Daniella who did not know when it came, and was now enthusiastic about telling a girl who seemed to be his age. Daniella's conversation seemed to have come to a halt when Marco suddenly came and casually sat down next to the girl while spreading charm.

Not long after, the atmosphere that had been boisterous low now turned quiet, when Mia appeared in her simple but very beautiful white dress. The dress dangled until it swept over the grass that Mia was soaring and passing through, to take her every step towards the altar where Matteo had stood and waited for her with awe-filled hue. The pair of gray eyes belonged to the man, always filled with love when staring at the figure of Mia.

Mia walked alone towards Matteo. He did not have a father figure who generally accompanied the princess to stand parallel to the groom. His chest again tightened, when he remembered the figure of the man who had now rested quietly in nature there.

If the tragedy never happened, maybe Mr. Gio could still stand there with him.

Mia's face which initially looked happy as well as shahdu, turned a little anxious. Highlight her eyes sharp behind the birdcage veil that only covered a little of her beautiful face that day. Mia looked scared and somewhat hesitant in stepping. His heart was so worried. His hand gripped tightly onto the bouquet of flowers. So strong that his fingertips looked white. “No, not again!” he murmured to himself as those terrifying shadows flashed back in his memory.

Mia closed her eyes tightly while taking a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His footsteps grew increasingly shaky. Maybe he will fall soon.

Looking at the expression shown by her bride-to-be. Matteo immediately decided to walk over and pick up the woman. “You okay, Mia way? Didn't I tell you to remember only my face, not the others,” whispered Matteo with a gentle smile. Mia immediately opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when Matteo was already nearby.

“We face your fears together,” said Matteo softly and so thrill Mia.

Matteo also let Mia hold his arm and accompany the young woman to the presence of a priest, who was ready to wait for them to perform a wedding ceremony.

The atmosphere felt more solemn when the priest began to carry out step by step the procession of the sacred event. While Matteo tried to concentrate, although occasionally he took the time to glance at Mia who was just downcast listening to the preacher's sermon.

Matteo knew exactly what Mia was feeling at the time. He actually felt anxious. However, Matteo must be able to control himself. He had to make Mia feel safe when she was around him.