Amroa.

We both sit down at the dining table. I sit next to him. He served me the food before I could even move my finger. He is so nice. How can anyone be so nice, even after what he went through? Even after what Layal did? 

"you don't need to serve me, I have hands to do that," I say, he nods as he serves himself food, and I start eating. The minute the food touches my mouth, a moan leaves my mouth. The food is so good. After such a long time, I am having actual food, and not salad or starving.

Rocco told the maids in his house not to make junk food. Junk food. She didn't even make food. I always eat salads or starve because Rocco wants me to look presentable in front of everyone and for him to fuck me and not be disgusted by me. For five years of my life, the best part was going to parties because I could finally have something nice to eat.

But I had to hide it from Rocco, or he would make the maids not give me any food for days, and if I tried to make something, then he could beat black and blue.

Finally, I can eat.

"liked the food", Mr Antoniano says, a small smile on his face.
"Like, I love the food," I say, stuffing my mouth. 

"then enjoy", he says, and we both eat in silence.

Weirdly, I am calm because silence never meant good. It was not the calm before the storm. Or when Rocco would go silent before bursting and beating me. Or not have me looking at the bite I take of food.  With Rocco, silence always meant I did something bad or wrong, and I had to face the punishment for it, which would be bad. But this silence is not making me sacred, rather, it's the safe silence, like peace.

Would I have peace?

I look at him, his dark black hair falling on his forehead, his beautiful eyes, those black eyes. People think black eyes are so normal, but when you are with the right person, every colour is beautiful, and black is beautiful. It shows it's dark without any problem.

His long nose, and with his cheekbone and that jawline, he can kill anyone with that jawline. And his shoulders, ahhh. If he could carry me on his shoulder, it would feel so nice, his hands on my thigh as he carries me-----

What the hell? What the hell am I thinking? Oh my god, I am so bad. I was having bad thoughts about him as if I had never before---

No, this is wrong, but he is so handsome, and his voice.

"where are you lost, Mia Moglie?" he says, bringing out of my thoughts

"nothing", I say, and continue eating my food.

"was the shower alright?" he asked, are we really on terms to be asking this question? I am living in his house, yeah, I think we are on the terms for him to ask me this. I nod as I stuff my mouth with food.

"easy, moglie. No one taking the food away" he wipes my lips, which were covered in food, his fingers touch my lips, making my heart stop and then beat fast, a current passing my body. He removes the food from my lips and brings his finger to his mouth, eating the crumbs of the food.

My mouth drops to the ground at his action. He did not just eat what was on my lips. Heat rushes to my cheek, and I bite my lips, feeling shy.

I eat my food, looking down, not having the courage to look up at him. And I don't want him to know that I am blushing. He can't know I have a crush on him; I love him. I would look so stupid that I am in love with someone with whom I have not even had a single word.

I see my plate empty, but I am still hungry. Should I take more, no, it would not look good. But I am really hungry. I have not had food since yesterday. Rocco doesn't let me have food when he beats me.

I look down at my plate to see it once again filled with food. "have more, all of this food is for you if you don't have it, it will go to waste"

Yeah, it would go to waste, I should eat the food.

Once again, I stuffed my mouth and stomach with food; I ate so much that I don't think I will be able to eat tomorrow.

I see Mr. Antoniano staring at me, his eyes moving with me every moment. "done?" he asks when I wipe my mouth. I nod, I am pretty sure I look like a child.

He holds my hand suddenly, making my heart jump, and my stomach erupts in butterflies. His rough hands holding mine, which are covered by his bruises, "I have something for you", and he keeps something on the table.

His hands cover it.

"what do you think it is?"
"how would I know," I say he is covering it.

"guess"
"I am not good at guessing", I say, I am seriously not good at guessing.

"Okay, close your eyes" I sigh and close my eyes. And I feel him put something on my fingers. What is he doing? What did he bring? I don't know what it is, but it fits me perfectly.

"Open your eyes"

I open my eyes and look at my hand to see a ring on my ring finger. I look up at him, shocked, and he winks at me. I slowly touch the ring, what if I break it? I never wore a rocco, and mine was a wedding ring. I never felt the meaning and happiness that a wedding ring has.

The value of it was never there with Rocco.

My eyes filled with tears, a beautiful white gold, round-shaped diamond in chevron style. It is so beautiful. It looks so beautiful in my hand.l it fits my finger so perfectly, as if it's made for me.

"liked the ring" I nod, not having words leave my mouth, as tears flow down my cheek. He wipes the tears on my cheek.

"Don't cry, I don't like my moglie to cry. I don't like your tears."

"This is so beautiful, thank you so much," I say, but he looks offended at my words he pulls my chair close to him. Did he just pull the chair with me on it with one hand? He is so strong,

"I am going to be your husband. It would help if you never thanked me, I am going to give you what you deserve. And my wife deserves nothing but the best," he says, putting my hair behind my ear and caressing my cheek.

"And I know I should have asked you this before putting this ring on you, but will you marry me, camera? And be Mrs. Antoniano. Mrs. Marco." he says, looking into my eyes.

What should I do?

Should I take the risk?

Maybe I should. I went with others' plans before, and maybe I should follow what my heart desires.

And my heart wants to be with him.

Maybe this is fate.