Hi-this is my first fanfic, and I have no idea how I got this idea I
just did, it's a love story but it'll have some action and drama more into
the plot. This chapter is sort of an intro. Please review, it would help
me....ALOT
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Chapter1
They thought she had it all, but they were all so wrong. She wiped her tear stained face. She sat on her balcony, looking at the people below her. But now no matter how gorgeous or wealthy she was, she was still heart broken. She readjusted the way she was sitting on the wicker chair and picked up the gossip magazine that had been lying on the table next to her. She began to read...
A Royal Split After 8 months of what seemed like the picture perfect relationship 21- year old Prince William of England, and 20- year old Italian Vineyard/Winery Heiress Juliette Verrecchia called it splits. Their relationship seemed as if it would last, a Prince and a stunningly beautiful girl that had a high name in society, the story made all the tabloids, while it lasted. The Prince's representatives refused to comment of the split but a close friend of Verrecchia claimed the split was "mutual and amicable".
She began to cry, 'Mutual and amicable my ass' she thought to herself. 'They think I'm the epitome of perfection, they are so wrong' she thought. The sky over her apartment began to cloud and she grabbed the magazine shut her balcony door and entered her apartment. It was a small apartment but it was enough for her, she had moved when she was 18 from her grandparent's vineyard on the outskirts of Rome to this cozy little apartment in the heart of Milan where she hoped to pursue a career in fashion. But just like everything else in her life her hopes and dreams were falling apart.
She went to her bathroom and slowly stripped herself of her clothes, first her sweatpants, then her tank top. She sat on the edge of her bathtub wearing only her underwear watching the water from the faucet fill up the huge tub. When the water reached the top, she removed her underwear and entered the bathtub submerging her body under the warm water. 'Pull yourself together' she thought to herself. She took a long bath, until her skin began to resemble a prune. She pulled the plug and slowly the water drained out leaving her wet body alone in the tub. She grabbed a towel from a rack and stepped out of the tub toweling herself dry, as she looked up she caught a glance of the mirror. She hated mirrors, more than anything in the world, which was strange for someone as beautiful as her. Her wet light brown her clung to her back and her green eyes seemed more dull the ever. Her tanned skin had become pale because she hadn't left her apartment for days.
She walked back into her bedroom and opened her dresser. She slowly put on a pair of lacy underwear and a huge sweatshirt that had belonged to her brother. She lay down on her bed, attempting to drown out her worries and emotions in a deep slumber. She was fighting to keep her eyed open when her phone suddenly rang.
"Ehi" [hey] she asked sleepily into the phone "Ciao l'amore come sta lei" [Hello my love, how are you?] her mother's voice came through her phone receiver
'Fucking great she thought, all I need my nosy mother' she thought as she cursed silently.
"Ho sentito ciò che è successo" [I heard what happened] her mother said over the phone. "E lí nessuno nel mondo che ha non" [Is there anyone that hasn't?] she asked cynically. "Lo sono sentendo cattivo" [Are you feeling bad?] her mother asked in a tone only used by concerned mothers. Her mother didn't wait for her reply, she simply continued. "Che è successo, ho sentito..." [What happened, I heard....] her mother's voice trailed on. Typical she called simply for the gossip she simply clicked on her mom, hanging up. Her mother would be upset but right now she didn't feel like talking.
She put the phone back on the charger and once again, she flopped down on her comfortable bed, and turned on her plasma flat screen TV, the sounds of an Italian soap opera filled the room as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Sleep was her favorite place, because sleep meant dreams, and dreams were an escape from a harsh reality.
She awoke to a brilliant idea, European-life was great but wasn't the United States of America supposed to be better. She needed to escape and move on. She had plenty of money and her English was perfect. She rose from her bed and scrambled around her apartment looking for a telephone guide. There was no point in staying in Italy. She looked up the Lufthansa Airlines number and quickly dialed it. Background music played and a voice came on telling her to wait for a representative to take her call.
Piercing her bellybutton, getting tattoos, and raising lizards had been some of her crazy antics, but deciding to move to the other side of the globe in 6 minutes was downright insane and that is why she loved the plan so much.
"Hello!" one of those perky airline people greeted into the phone, "Hi, when would you next flight to ummm..." where did she want to go, she only knew of three places, NYC, Miami, and Los Angeles. The farthest! Los Angeles," Los Angeles!! When is your next flight?" "Tomorrow at noon, you will make a stop at Chicago O Hare International, is that ok?" the lady over the phone asked. "Yeah, perfect" she said while stuffing some toast in her mouth. "Okay, I'll book your seat, can I have you credit card number, passport number and name?" the airlines representative asked. "My Visa card number is 453-756-23344 my passport number is 000-9944-3444 and that is an Italian Passport I'll be traveling and my name as it appears on my birth certificate is Juliette Sofia Verrecchia, J-U-L-I-E-T-T-E S-O- F-I-A V-E-R-R-E-C-C-H-I-A." "Okay, madam you booked on tomorrow's noon flight, we'll see you then and thanks for choosing Lufthansa Airlines" said the representative. With that she hung up. 'Oh my God' Juliette thought to herself, 'What the hell have I just done?'
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Disclaimer:: I own everything you don't recognize!
Chapter1
They thought she had it all, but they were all so wrong. She wiped her tear stained face. She sat on her balcony, looking at the people below her. But now no matter how gorgeous or wealthy she was, she was still heart broken. She readjusted the way she was sitting on the wicker chair and picked up the gossip magazine that had been lying on the table next to her. She began to read...
A Royal Split After 8 months of what seemed like the picture perfect relationship 21- year old Prince William of England, and 20- year old Italian Vineyard/Winery Heiress Juliette Verrecchia called it splits. Their relationship seemed as if it would last, a Prince and a stunningly beautiful girl that had a high name in society, the story made all the tabloids, while it lasted. The Prince's representatives refused to comment of the split but a close friend of Verrecchia claimed the split was "mutual and amicable".
She began to cry, 'Mutual and amicable my ass' she thought to herself. 'They think I'm the epitome of perfection, they are so wrong' she thought. The sky over her apartment began to cloud and she grabbed the magazine shut her balcony door and entered her apartment. It was a small apartment but it was enough for her, she had moved when she was 18 from her grandparent's vineyard on the outskirts of Rome to this cozy little apartment in the heart of Milan where she hoped to pursue a career in fashion. But just like everything else in her life her hopes and dreams were falling apart.
She went to her bathroom and slowly stripped herself of her clothes, first her sweatpants, then her tank top. She sat on the edge of her bathtub wearing only her underwear watching the water from the faucet fill up the huge tub. When the water reached the top, she removed her underwear and entered the bathtub submerging her body under the warm water. 'Pull yourself together' she thought to herself. She took a long bath, until her skin began to resemble a prune. She pulled the plug and slowly the water drained out leaving her wet body alone in the tub. She grabbed a towel from a rack and stepped out of the tub toweling herself dry, as she looked up she caught a glance of the mirror. She hated mirrors, more than anything in the world, which was strange for someone as beautiful as her. Her wet light brown her clung to her back and her green eyes seemed more dull the ever. Her tanned skin had become pale because she hadn't left her apartment for days.
She walked back into her bedroom and opened her dresser. She slowly put on a pair of lacy underwear and a huge sweatshirt that had belonged to her brother. She lay down on her bed, attempting to drown out her worries and emotions in a deep slumber. She was fighting to keep her eyed open when her phone suddenly rang.
"Ehi" [hey] she asked sleepily into the phone "Ciao l'amore come sta lei" [Hello my love, how are you?] her mother's voice came through her phone receiver
'Fucking great she thought, all I need my nosy mother' she thought as she cursed silently.
"Ho sentito ciò che è successo" [I heard what happened] her mother said over the phone. "E lí nessuno nel mondo che ha non" [Is there anyone that hasn't?] she asked cynically. "Lo sono sentendo cattivo" [Are you feeling bad?] her mother asked in a tone only used by concerned mothers. Her mother didn't wait for her reply, she simply continued. "Che è successo, ho sentito..." [What happened, I heard....] her mother's voice trailed on. Typical she called simply for the gossip she simply clicked on her mom, hanging up. Her mother would be upset but right now she didn't feel like talking.
She put the phone back on the charger and once again, she flopped down on her comfortable bed, and turned on her plasma flat screen TV, the sounds of an Italian soap opera filled the room as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Sleep was her favorite place, because sleep meant dreams, and dreams were an escape from a harsh reality.
She awoke to a brilliant idea, European-life was great but wasn't the United States of America supposed to be better. She needed to escape and move on. She had plenty of money and her English was perfect. She rose from her bed and scrambled around her apartment looking for a telephone guide. There was no point in staying in Italy. She looked up the Lufthansa Airlines number and quickly dialed it. Background music played and a voice came on telling her to wait for a representative to take her call.
Piercing her bellybutton, getting tattoos, and raising lizards had been some of her crazy antics, but deciding to move to the other side of the globe in 6 minutes was downright insane and that is why she loved the plan so much.
"Hello!" one of those perky airline people greeted into the phone, "Hi, when would you next flight to ummm..." where did she want to go, she only knew of three places, NYC, Miami, and Los Angeles. The farthest! Los Angeles," Los Angeles!! When is your next flight?" "Tomorrow at noon, you will make a stop at Chicago O Hare International, is that ok?" the lady over the phone asked. "Yeah, perfect" she said while stuffing some toast in her mouth. "Okay, I'll book your seat, can I have you credit card number, passport number and name?" the airlines representative asked. "My Visa card number is 453-756-23344 my passport number is 000-9944-3444 and that is an Italian Passport I'll be traveling and my name as it appears on my birth certificate is Juliette Sofia Verrecchia, J-U-L-I-E-T-T-E S-O- F-I-A V-E-R-R-E-C-C-H-I-A." "Okay, madam you booked on tomorrow's noon flight, we'll see you then and thanks for choosing Lufthansa Airlines" said the representative. With that she hung up. 'Oh my God' Juliette thought to herself, 'What the hell have I just done?'
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