I know I should be working on Power & control but I got tho idea and couldn't pass up on it! This story (exactly like Power & control) is based off a song by Marina and the diamonds! Miss Y is a song by the lovely artist and you should check it out! Anyway, enjoy my new story!
Miss Y am I here?
1940 Spain.
Chiara Vargas didn't even want to be in Spain when the air was still very thick with tension, even after a year after the Spanish Civil War it was still suffocating. It was worse than Italy, she had concluded, but it wasn't as tense as this. At least Italy was happy about their new leader, and here in Spain, it was sill divided. To support Franco or to not, that is the question, she mused.
"I'm jealous you're going to Spain." Felicia, her little sister said when Chiara was stuffed into a black shiny car. It was early in the morning, the sun hasn't even risen yet. The only light that was given was the street lamps and the almost full moon.
"You're getting married to a doctor!" Felicia said excitedly, apparently a morning person, even if it was one am.
"A doctor I've never met before, Feli." She scowled, rolling the window down to continue speaking to her sister. Her sister was petite and weak. She would need a man to take care of her since Chiara was leaving, Chiara didn't like to consider herself a woman; she preferred to be a man. She wanted to take care of herself and the people around her, but now she had to take the role of the woman. That house wife that did everything for her husband, cleaning, cooking, holding her tongue, asking how his day was, bidding to his every whim, staying home, taking care of his kids.
Oh yeah, that was the life right there.
"So what if it's an arranged marriage? It's been set years ago! Can't change it now."
Right. The arranged marriage between the Vargas and this Spanish family, the Carriedos. The Carriedo's younger son became a doctor before the civil war broke out, and a successful one too if I may add. They were supposed to get married four years ago but then the civil war broke out, so their wedding was pushed back for the time being. It was arranged at birth, Chiara was supposed to marry at fifteen years, when he was twenty one.
Now being nineteen and the civil war being over it was time to get that wedding up and running again. Chiara's parents were eager to marry her off to the guy once they heard he was a rich doctor (rich considering the war just ended).
"Yeah...I know."
The drive was going to be over 17 hours long driving from Rome to a small town past Madrid, nestled in a thick forest. Chiara dreaded the car ride, she knew she would die before they even reach the small town. She knew she would get claustrophobic ten hours into the drive.
"You better send me post cards, alright?" Feli demanded when the driver turned the car into life, Chiara rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Sí, sí, I'll send you post cards and letters everyday, alright?" Her sister beamed at her then stepped away from the car, shivering a little from a cold breeze. "Drive safe." She added and Chiara softened a little.
"I'll call you when I get to Spain, so stay awake and wait, eh?" Her sister nodded eagerly.
"Sí!"
Chiara prediction came true, halfway into the car ride she felt like she was dying. They were in France, almost to the border of Spain and it was pouring outside. She groaned and looked at the driver. "Hey, can you put put on some music, please?" She asked, resting her cheek against the cold glass window. The car was a bit cold and humid but she could manage. But she was going to die of boredom if there wasn't at least music playing to fill the empty air between her and the driver.
"Sí Señora." The driver flicked the radio on. "However Señora since we are still in France all we'll be listening to French music. Will that be alright?"
"Sí." She nodded. French music was better than silence, she supposed.
If it wasn't pouring outside Chiara would've stumbled out of that dreadful car and thank God they finally arrived at their destination. It was still pouring and she could barely see the warm orange lights that bled through glass windows.
"I will get your bags, Señora, you won't have to worry, I'll walk you to the door." Chiara hurriedly collected her things that she took with her in the seat. A bundle of books held together tightly with a leather bind and her most prized possession: a violin her grandfather gave her before he passed away, the violin was sealed tightly in its case. Her skin felt relieved when the driver opened the door, the cool air settling on her face. The driver held an umbrella over her as they made their way up the muddy trail to the house. Holding her bundle of books and violin to her chest they made their way up the steps.
It was pitch black around her and she couldn't even see the trees that must've surrounded the house. She anticipated for the morning where she could see the forest, she was used to the city life, honking cars, city lights, there was always a man made sound; and here, there was only rain and the sounds of nature.
"Señora." She looked at the driver, "I will leave you here, I will get your bags." With a polite nod the driver headed back to the car to retrieve her things. Chiara turned back to the door, taking a deep breath.
'Keep calm Chiara, you're just meeting your...fiancé." Hesitantly she knocked the door, not even realizing she was holding her breath until the wooden door swung open. The door revealed a tall tanned man, with brilliant green eyes and tousled curly brown hair, He was dressed in some black slacks and a white button up shirt. He brightened almost immediately when he realized who she was.
"Chiara?"
Her throat went dry. Well...she wasn't expecting him to be that attractive...um...wow.
"S-sí." She held he things closer to her chest, suddenly nervous. Why the hell was she nervous? Was it because she was expecting someone ugly to her 'rescue' during this time of war?
Yes. Yes she was.
God damn it!
"You must be Antonio?"
"Sí, I am! Please come in, before you catch a cold!" The inside of the house was warm and dry, contrasting to the cold and wet outside. The house seemed old but homey, something you would normally see from a house in the forest. "You must be tired from the long drive, yes?"
"U-um...¿Qué?" His fiancée blinked at him confused–ah that's right. She was Italian and probably didn't know a lick of Spanish aside from hello and you must be, the rest must've been gibberish. Well, good thing his parents insisted on taking Italian.
"Your fiancée is Italian, learn her language!" His mother had ordered.
"Sorry." He said switching to Italian, this made her look startled. "You must not know Spanish that well, right?"
"Yes," she tucked a curl behind her ear. "There was never a need for it unless you went south enough in Italy."
"Right. Well, as I was saying you must be tired from the long drive, yes?"
"Y-yes," she agreed relaxing, but only just a little. "But first things first, do you have a telephone?"
"Yes I do, why?"
"I promise my sister I would call her when I got to Spain."
"Oh! Well the phones down the hall to your left." He finally noticed the things in her hands. "I can put your stuff in the room...is that all of it?"
His fiancée shook her head. "No, the driver is bringing the rest from the car..." She paused as she handed her books to Antonio, still holding onto the violin.
"I can take the violin."
"I rather you not." Puzzled, he backed off as she held the violin closer to her chest.
"Do you play the violin?"
"Well I don't carry it for fucking shits and giggles."
Such a harsh tongue for a dainty woman like her, she looked pretty weak, like she couldn't fend for herself if she had too. He was startled by her mouth but didn't push it.
"Alright, alright, I was just offering. I'll help the driver, I'll put your stuff in your room."
"We aren't sharing a room?" She asked, peering up at him. She figured since they were engaged they would be sharing...a bed. Or was he just going to visit her, share a bed with her then leave her when they finished?
"Do you want too? I just figured you would feel more comfortable sleeping in your own bed until the wedding..."
Sharing a bed with a man six years older than her, it was a rush to Chiara, she wouldn't admit it but it was. She had never been kissed by an older man, never alone touched like that by one. She always wondered how it would feel...
"I don't mind." She said quickly. "We're getting married so we might as well." He nodded.
"Might as well." He agreed. "Alright, I'll put your stuff in our room then while you make that call."
She nodded and still clutching that violin case, she made her way down the hallway stiffly. That drive must've made her that way, he figured. He headed outside in the rain to help the driver.
Chiara easily found the phone and began dialing a phone number, yawning sleepily as it rung.
"Pronto?"
"Felicia," she yawned again. "It's me, Chiara, I'm finally in Spain."
"Oh! Are you at that doctors house?"
"Sí."
"Is he cute?" She glanced down the hallway to see Antonio had gone outside. Once deeming that the area was clear she said into the receiver:
"He's fucking sexy, and his ass, fucking glorious." Her sister laughed.
"I'm glad!"
"I am too."
After a brief conversation she told her sister she was exhausted and hanged up the phone, yawning again. She headed down the hallway, bumping into Antonio, who was drenching wet from the rain, carrying her luggage.
"Here, follow me, I'll show you our room, take your bag while I get the one the driver has." He gingerly gave her the suitcase and went back to the foyer, taking her other bag and excused the driver and closed the door behind him and locked it. "Okay Cariño, follow me." He led her up a flight of stairs, walking down a long hallway to the end of it, the master bedroom. As Chiara walked up the stairs and down the hallway she realized just how old this house way. It creaked after every step they took, and she could clearly hear the rain pour down onto the house.
"Here's our room~!" He said cheerfully, setting her bags down in the corner of the room. The room was large and connected to the master bathroom, there was a large king sized bed with curtains on the sides, giving it an old majestic look you could say. There was an old dresser, and nightstands with lamps on each side. A bed had never been so inviting before, she was exhausted beyond belief.
"Can we go to bed now?" She asked rubbing her eyes. "Oh god I'm so exhausted right now..."
"I believe you." He laughed lightheartedly, flashing a brilliant smile. "Let me lock up the house and I'll join you." She nodded nervously before stopping him.
"Wait, I wanna take a bath."
"Right! I'll show you how to work the bath really quick."
Soon Chiara was bathed and clean, dressed in a nightgown and was drying her hair with a towel, exhausted as hell. Antonio was in the bedroom changed and ready for bed, waiting for her to join him. Once she hung the towels up she left the bathroom, flicking the light off and padding to her to the bed. Antonio beamed at her as she sleepily slipped into bed with him. He turned the lamps off and settled into bed with her. With out even asking her he pulled her into his arms.
Chiara was too exhausted to even protest about it.