A/N: I might as well post the next chapters so that you guys could understand...

My Porcelain Doll Chap. 2

Enrique stared out of his large bedroom window one sunny Saturday. He always got weekends off, and since he wasn't allowed out, sitting in front of the window became his favorite pastime.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and glistened in the sun as he watched boys and girls like his age run and play in the park with their mamas and papas. It was one of those many times when he wished he was NOT a Giancarlo-Tornatore. His hatred for his 'mama' grew stronger.

Enrique turned away from the lovely scene, wiping his eyes at the back of his hand. He wandered about the spacious room, looking for something to relieve his boredom. His portion of the palazzi was silent, and so he ventured into its many rooms.

Enrique was lost, he knew it. He sighed hopelessly and resumed his futile search for a door when he saw...it. It was the most beautiful thing the barren house had to offer. The doll stood two and a half feet high. Her skin was a beautiful milky porcelain. Her eyes were bright amethyst stones and under her eyes were butterfly-wing markings of silver and blue. Her outfit was an elegant long gown made of sakura-pink, delicate, expensive Chinese silk. Embroidered satin shoes encased her delicate porcelain feet. Her soft expression was lovingly carved with elaborate detail. The delectable apple-red lips that stood out of her white skin had traces of a smile, like one remembering a lost past.

But what struck Enrique most was none of these. It was the soft big waves of bright green hair that crowned her delicate head. The blonde boy's mouth fell open at the beauty of the doll. He tried carrying her (for she was a bit taller than he) and found out that she was surprisingly light. His fingers touched the small smile of her lips and the beautiful detail of her white hands. He ran a small hand through her hair; it was the smooth texture of raw silk.

"My God..." he murmured in awe. Then he turned around and found a door, not quite remembering it being there. With the porcelain doll in his arms, he ran back to his room to examine her more carefully.

Enrique burst in his room and dissolved into tears once he shut the door. Papa wasn't home and his mama was especially mad today. He looked out of his window and beheld the beauty of Rome at night.

...then cried even more...

"Enrique? What are you crying about?"

The sniffing boy turned around to face concerned amethyst eyes, partly concealed by bright green locks.

TBC

A/N: I'll try and update when I can, for now that's all folks. And yes the doll very much resembles Oliver.