Kim Taeyeon's POV

"She already accepted my marriage proposal last night." I announced to the woman sitting across to me in the trendy coffee shop in the heart of Rome.

Im Yoona sipped her coffee regally as her green eyes studied me with such gleamed in their depth. As usual, she wore her favoured black outfits. It suit her in my opinion. It accentuated her pale skin. "I take that congratulation is in order then. I am so happy for both of you. I'm sorry that I didn't help you much with your plan but I am so happy that it works with the way you want it."

I smiled ruefully taking a sip of my own coffee. I still can't believe that I am now engaged man to the woman who practically owned my heart. Thinking about it now it seems that it has been a long time I swore off to love. Tiffany changed my way of thinking about marriage and kids.

The love of my life.

"That's quite smile you got there, Taeyeon."

I forced back myself to this Sicilian princess who studying me right this moment. I have to stop thinking about my fiancée for a moment—Dio, my fiancée. That word makes my heart warm at the thought.

"You're doing it again." Yoona teased mercilessly.

I pretend to scowled in her direction but smile keep spreading in my face. "That's harsh princess. You are mockery me."

"I will not let pass the opportunity to make fun of the man who brazenly went to the old town Sicily asked my father for hand in my marriage when your real reason was to make your lady jealous over me." The Sicilian princess retorted playfully, her eyes dance with laughter.

I grimaced when I remember that time Tiffany and I took trip in Ragusa, Sicily had met this amazing woman. "She's a complicated woman."

"Every woman is complicated, Signore." She replied smartly. Whoever the lucky man will ever capture this woman's heart will be fortunate. "And it takes a lifetime for a man to uncover a woman's secret."

"I will say only few weeks will do."

Yoona raised an eyebrow in my direction before bursting to hearty laughed. "You are really something else, Kim Taeyeon."

"So I've been told." I agreed with a silent salute of my coffee cup. "I never imagined that the woman I met in Ragusa will be this witty."

She frowned in my direction. "You think I am one of those air-headed women who did nothing but to flatter their vanity?"

I held up my hands with a smile. "I didn't say that."

"But you are thinking about it."

No, Yooona. Truly."

She surprised me when she laughed. "So serious, Taeyeon. I am just kidding you."

It was not my turn to scowl in her direction. "You do have the habit of poking fun at me, princess."

"Yes." She answered, she stared at me arrogantly. "Do you have problem with that?"

"Only you and Tiffany will dare to do that to me." I said as I shook my head in resignation. I never thought before that I will have a friendly relationship with a woman before without jumping in bed. I am so happy have this kind of relationship with this woman.

"It's good thing that someone treated you differently." She replied, as she sipped her coffee. "I've know your—shall we say colourful past with women, Taeyeon."

I smiled ruefully. "Such a discreet way of saying I am certified playboy before."

"It's true."

I glared at this Sicilian princess. "I thought when I met you, you are obedient daughter. What's with the sharp tongue?"

"I just don't want to disappoint my Patri." Shadow filled her lively emerald eyes. She smiled bravely in my direction. "In fact, he's already summoning me home."

There's something in her face that told me that she didn't want to go home yet. Im Ryohei was not the type of father that very affectionate with her daughter. He ruled their lives with iron fists.

"Why not stay for a few days more?" I invited openly. She seemed enjoying her life in the city. "I will ask for your father's permission."

"I can't." she said with a shake of her head. "Patri wants me to go home already. Besides, my twin sister call me this morning she told me she's home. I want to see my sister."

"Your sister?" I asked when I stopped halfway from my drinking my coffee. "What's her name again—Hyunah?"

"Hyuna." She said with amusement in her face. "I thought that you may know her. She's quite a party girl and broke every rule of my father had given to us. She's called as the 'darling of the Sicilian tabloids."

"Tough girl."

"She is." Yoona said cheerfully. "Rebellious and making her own destiny for herself. She also likes to irritate our father on every opportunity."

I smiled at the thought of having unruly daughter for that tyrant Sicilian. "When do you plan to come hime?"

"Tomorrow."

I looked at her seriously. "I want to come with you in Ragusa to explain to your father about our situation and my engagement with Tiffany."

She shook her head with a regal smile on her aristocratic face. "I can deal with my Patri, Taeyeon. You should stay here in the city with your bride-to-be."

"Are you sure?"

Yoona nodded with smile that quite didn't reach eyes. I knew she feared her father so much and about his reaction to this news. I want to go there for when she face tyrant father's wrath. She becomes a very good friend to me. "I will deal with him. Don't worry I am sure he'll understand." She stood from her chair. "As much as I want to chat with you I need to pack my things, Taeyeon."

"Alright." I also stood from my chair. "Have a safe trip tomorrow, Yoona."

She smiled brightly like the warm Italian sun. "Be sure to invite me to your wedding."

"I will." I promised. "Good luck with your secret love for this man."

"I need more than luck when it comes to love, Taeyeon."

"Have faith." I said with such conviction.

"Where are we going?" Tiffany asked when I fetched her in her office after my meeting with Yoona.

I glanced at her and kissed her hand while I drive in the highway of Rome. "To the vineyard. We need to tell the old folks about our engagement."

"Now?" she looked horrified at the thought.

"Yes." I glanced again to her briefly I settled my gaze back on the road. "Do you have problem with that?"

"Er, I don't know. What will they say about it?" she said. I could see that she's really nervous. "Only a week ago you introduce a different woman as your fiancée now you will introduce a new woman as your fiancée."

I smirked but my eyes still on road. "You don't know my grandparents that well then. I am sure that they will raise eyebrows at the news."

She glowed darkly in my direction. I could feel that the temperature inside my car dropped at least ten degrees. "Do you have the habit of introducing women as your fiancée to them, Signore?"

"Jealous, my love?" I grinned evilly.

She snorted. "Why will I be jealous?"

"For the record, soon-to-be Mrs. Kim. I only proposed to a woman once and that is you, Tiffany."

She didn't reply anymore until we reached my grandparents vineyard.

"Smile." I commented once we slid out from my car. I took her hands as we entered the foyer. "You look like a woman who facing her death."

"That's quite accurate description."

I stole a kissed to her lovely lips. "That will be fine, darling."

We found my grandparents in their favourite part of the mansion—the library. My grandfather sat in his study desk while my grandmother read book in the settee.

"We're engaged!" I announced happily once we entered the room. Nonno put down the broadsheet he'd been reading.

Nonna beamed in our direction as she stood from the sofa. Tears gleamed in her eyes. "About time. I grew tired waiting this day. Come let's have coffee and discuss the wedding arrangement I did months ago."

"Wedding arrangement?" Tiffany asked blankly. "Whose wedding plan is that for, Nonna?"

"Yours and Taeyeon, of course." Nonna replied dryly as if that's the most absurd thing she heard.

I laughed as I led Tiffany in the soda where my scheming my grandmother sat again. "You plan ahead, Nonna."

"Of course." She answered arrogantly, picking up her notebook, pen and some paraphernalia in the coffee table. "Take a sit. So what do you think of one thousand quests for the wedding reception?"

"One thousand?" Tiffany repeated impassively. She gasped at my grandmother openly.

"Too little?" Noona asked with a frown. "How about two thousands then?"

"Nonna…" I held up my hands but interrupted when the maid place the coffee in the table. Too late before I could send away the maid with the coffee Tiffany stood from the soda and dash off the room.

Once Tiffany left the room Nonna gave me strange look. "Aren't you going to tell me something, figlio?"

"What should I tell you?" I answered her innocently. Now even my grandfather get interested with this new twist inside the library.

My grandmother got teary=eyed again, as she placed her hand in her heart. "I've suffered the same thing twice and I saw my daughters-in-law suffered the same thing with Tiffany."

"Are we going to be great-grandparents at last, Taeyeon?" Nonno asked but more like only a formality than a real question. I am sure there is no doubt that they knew now about Tiffany's condition.

"We need to have the wedding really soon now." Nonna added with a triumph in her eyes. "Let's do it next week."

They are planning ahead. I want only a simple and intimate wedding. I don't want a circus. "You know what." I told them when Tiffany came back again inside the room with a quite blush on her cheek. "I think my fiancée needs to rest. We will come back when she's fine."

"Taeyeon…!" Nonna said when I grabbed Tiffany's hand and went out the library without saying proper goodbye. "Come back here. We need to talk."

"What's that for?" Tiffany asked when I let her slid inside the car.

"Let's get married tomorrow." I said once I started the engine and drive off the vineyard.

Her eyes widened considerably. "What? Tomorrow? What's the rush?"

"Nonna want a circus wedding, I want the opposite."

"I want a simple wedding too." She confined at me softly. "But where are we going to get married in such haste?"

"Las Vegas." I answered as I fished out my mobile phone and dialled someone. After a few rings the Greek bastard finally answered. "Yuri? I need a favour again. Can you fly to Las Vegas tomorrow morning? What reason? I need you—and probably your secretary to stand as witnesses." I looked at the woman sitting silently beside me. "Because I'm getting married tomorrow."