More! Twice updated for any of you I walled! Ahh! Im on a roll! Roll tide. Lol. Just popped in my head. Okay. Hopefully one more update tonight. Bump and pray hard, it will happen! Ti amo With love, Melly I had realized I was there, staring at the calendar. But while I was doing that, I was being watched. Mary was looking at me, with a small smile on her face. "Good morning," she cooed. Mary was gorgeous. She is an Italian immigrant. Her mother and father lived in Italy. When I went Italy I went to help trace my best friend, Sergio's, routes there. While we went looking, we knocked on a door -thinking it was his grandma's house- that looked familiar to him. When the door opened, a gorgeous brunette with evergreen eyes walked outside. She was tall and thin, but not to skinny. She was Italian, of course she ate loads of food! She was wearing a white dress, to about her knees. Around it was a purple sash. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Of course, we talked for a while, letters, phone, e-mail, everything! Eventually, she moved to America to better her life. I convinced her to move here. One year later, I proposed. Six years since we met, two years since we got engaged. I still love her like a did when I saw her in that doorway. I remember her mom saying something. "Maria, percorrere denti adesso." Mary replied with, "Momma c'è carino ragazzo qui!" I know now that her mother told her to get inside, she replied with me being present and that I was cute. She made me so happy. She always smiled. But now, the expression on her face was sorrow and showed how nervous she was.
I feel stupid I remember now. Mkay: Just provide me with a description of your facial looks! FACIAL. Then the rest of your body and clothes. Of course I need your name, and also personality, maybe some past family life and secrets and such. Shmanks!
Aww Shmanks guys here it comes! More Italian coming in this update. Small amount. I love my readers to the moon and back! And remember all male readers are eligible for parts in the story! And if you have girlfriends or girls If you pretend to be on in the story, I'll add them. Ti amo With love, Melly "Buongiorno mi amore," I said to her with love wrapped up in my words. We have this little joke between us. Whenever we said goodnight, good morning, or good afternoon, I would say it in Italian. It was almost a piece of home for her. She would say them to me in English. For obvious reasons. It was a little display of affection. Mary walked across the kitchen to grab a k-cup and make a cup of French vanilla iced coffee. She looked at me, and a single tear streamed down her face. I walked over to her and held her tight as more and more drops of sorrow feel down her cheeks and onto my arm. "Everything is going to be alright. There are so many numbers in the drawing. They won't pick mine sweetheart. I promise," I assured her, but I wasn't 100% sure myself. I would be going into war. Could I handle that?
No more updates till tomorrow guys. By the way, this is my lat. hey guys Love y'all! Ti amo Sincerely, Thesecretinevertoldyou
Update! Sorry for the long wait! Thanks for continuing to read! Ti amo With love, Melly Ten o'clock, the grandfather clock rang out. Mary backed away and turned, towards the cabinets to take out a bowl. I hurried off to my room. When inside, I got out some jeans, and a nice navy blue sweater. I slipped on my jeans and pulled the sweater over my head. I quickly ran to the bathroom. I combed through my blonde hair, and put my glasses on. They made my green eyes appear a lot bigger. I finished off by brushing my teeth. It was just about 10:15 by now. I dashed back into the kitchen and found Mary looking in the fridge. I sneaked up on her, and hugged her from behind. She giggled, and I kissed her cheek. Her skin, like silk. Her laugh, like a symphony. "Jake," she turned around. My arms were still wrapped around her. Her head lied on my chest, her arms wrapped themselves around my body. "I love you." "I love you too, darling." I let go of her. She did the same. I kissed her one last time on her forehead, and walked out the door. Jake, you will be married to her in a month. Everything is fine. I old myself that. I hoped it was true. As my feet continued to near towards the driveway, I repeated all of my information in my head. Name? Jake Ryder. Town? Rich Creek, Virginia. Age? Twenty-three. Occupation? Teacher. I approached my silver compact car. Fumbling with the keys, I was wasting time. 10:23 am. The door finally unlocked, and I stepped in. One deep breath escaped from my mouth. I stepped on the gas, and drove away. Sorry for any BB code errors or any spelling errors.