Zelda12343 - Oops! I meant in this chapter we'd find out what it was. Sorry.

Rosaline and Gabriel are starting to get to know each other a little bit more. Now let's throw Angelo into the mix. What does he have to say for himself?

"Angelo!" gasped Gabriel, rapidly closing the lid of the piano and tucking away his music books.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just showing Rosaline how I played piano. Unless that's a crime against the holy rites of manhood"

"Very funny" grunted Angelo. He turned to Rosaline "My son thinks he is the Prince of Sarcasm"

Gabriel stuck his tongue out. Meanwhile, Angelo noticed the parcel sitting on the floor "Why is there a parcel on the floor?"

"I brought it back" said Rosaline.

"Brought what back?"

"The dress, of course. You upset my mum with that. You had no need too" scolded Rosaline.

"What dress?" frowned Angelo. He picked up the package, and began to unwrap it. Gabriel stayed silent, his long white fingers resting above the beautiful keys. Angelo ripped open the paper, and then Camilla's wedding dress fell out.

"What on earth is that doing out?"

"You made Gabriel give to my mum. I don't know what for, since she won't fit it anymore, and she doesn't exactly cherish the memories. So, I brought it back for you to keep, since you dote on womanizing and then breaking the hearts of women!"

"I did not wrap this up to give to Camilla!" Angelo glowed with anger. He turned to face the culprit "Gabriel!"

"I was doing them a favour. Who would want to get entangled with you?" scorned Gabriel.

"So you were behind it?" accused Rosaline, standing up and stepping away from him.

"I was just..." Gabriel trailed. He didn't really have an excuse "I thought I was doing you a favour, trying to warn you away from Angelo"

Angelo looked at his son furiously "Another one of your psycho boy pranks? There is something seriously wrong with you. Go to your room!"

"Fine" Gabriel snatched his music sheet and stormed out of the room. Rosaline was left with Angelo, for the first time in fifteen years. He turned to look down at her. Rosaline looked right back at him, returning his stare.

"So" said Angelo "How old are you now?"

"I'll be sixteen on the 7th of March" replied Rosaline.

"You've grown a lot"

"Yeah, children tend to do that"

"You look just like your mother"

"Great" said Rosaline "So, are you going to ditch me for someone younger?"

"Don't be silly" Angelo shook his head "You haven't heard my side of the story. It has been difficult for me too, you know. You've only heard what your mother said about the divorce. It's why I've taken my time in getting in touch"

"Shame on you, regardless" Rosaline retorted.

"Listen to me..."

"Not a chance" scoffed Rosaline "You think you can just barge in on my life, after mum spent fifteen years struggling to raise me, with your bratty excuse of a son who you don't even care about either, when I'm doing so well at school, and expected to achieve all A's for my GCSEs? Don't even count on it! Livia and I want nothing to do with you"

"You haven't even heard my side of the story" Angelo repeated "Come on, sit down. I'll tell you what it's been like for me"

Rosaline glared at him "You have five minutes to convince me"

"It's difficult working in politics, everything is in the public eye" Angelo began "I was aiming for great things, and I was seeing your mother, the heiress to the Oftmoro fortune which was being squandered as we dated. There was a lot of pressure on me, for my image, to settle down and marry. Your mother fell pregnant with you meanwhile. Verona is a mainly Catholic city. If I wanted to keep my reputation and my voters, then I had to marry her. Which I did. But things were hard. We weren't right for each other. So, when there was a new receptionist where I worked...her name was Lina...we hit it off right away...we couldn't help ourselves. We started seeing each other, and I thought she was the one for me. She fell pregnant..."

"Not very good with contraception, are you?" interrupted Rosaline.

Angelo laughed "Your mother found out about Gabriel being on the way, and blew her nut. We argued, and argued, and divorced. I did try, in the early days, to make contact, but she wanted nothing to do with me. So I gave up. I didn't know she was pregnant with Livia at the time either. I married Lina and Gabriel was born. Five years later, Lina walked out on me. That's my side of the story. I tried again to get in contact, but still Camilla refused. And every time I did, things would get blown up in the press. It was bad for my image and my career. I needed my career to afford my lifestyle and pay for Gabriel's upbringing. It's just...last November, it was my birthday and I realised how old I was getting. I realised I couldn't just let you slip through my fingers like that. I'm your dad. I want to know you, at least"

"So, this is all just some midlife crisis, isn't it?" said Rosaline "Who cares? I'm not going to be your pet project. Stop contacting us. You are dead to me!"

Rosaline grabbed her handbag and started to run out of the mansion. The servant who had let her in watched her go, confused. Still she wanted nothing to do with him.

Pathetic pig.

And she didn't want anything to do with Gabriel either.

Little bitch.