Is there such a thing as a normal life?
"There you are. I was about to get worried." Gretchen sat up as Scipio entered the room.
"Gretchen, did you know there are over a million red wines in the world? It was very difficult to find one that is perfect like you."
"Aww, you're so sweet, Casanova. Save that crap for never." She watched the flowing red liquid pour into her glass.
"Do you want to start planning the wedding now?" Scipio sipped his wine.
"And become one of those bitchy Bridezillas? I don't think so, mister. Let's just focus for now that this our wedding, not yours or mine."
"How about we start tomorrow night? If you're not too busy."
"Okay, then. Tomorrow night." She kissed his pale cheek. "Moving on, I heard the funniest thing while I was in New York."
"Oh?" Scipio put down his glass.
"Yeah. Many of my clients were surprised that my boyfriend was an Italian."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. They kept talking about if you ever saw a ghost behind the restricted wall."
"A ghost?"
"Mm-hmm? My clients went over to the restricted wall for charity events and they heard a girl, very clearly, saying 'Daddy? Where are you? Daddy?' Spooky, huh?"
Galatea? Scipio thought. "Honey, let's not talk of the past. You know how it upsets me."
"Right, I forgot. Just think of it, Scip. After so many years of pain and horror, we can finally have a normal life." Gretchen rested her head against the breast of his scarlet shirt.
"What's normal?" He muttered.
"What?" She lifted her head.
"Nothing, love. Nothing will hurt us." He kissed the top of her head.
"Not even the past." She sighed.
Scipio's eyes widened. Millions of lies have been weighed on his back. Why could he do? Tell her that he was the son of the bastard that destroyed millions of people's lives? Could he tell her about the girl he loved so dearly? Could he tell her about his daughter that lived an ill-fated life? Could he tell her about…Galatea?
"Hey, it's getting late. We should get to bed." Gretchen finished off the rest of her wine and got up, "Come on, I got something in New York I've been dying to show you." She smiled.
"You…" Scipio got up and chased her to their bedroom. He quickly swifted Gretchen off her feet and placed her upon the satin sheets of the bed. "I love you, Gretchen."
"I love you, too, baby."
Sorry it took me so long to update, I just got a new laptop today and I want to test it out. Im starting ch. 3 as you're reading this….See ya.