Thread: The Don's Daughter (xMILENKOx & SnowGlassRoses)

Francesca did not flinch, in fact the only movement she made was with her eyes following her fathers furious movements intently..She had seen his face turn red, and immediately tensed, ready to catch him - or at least break his fall- should he nearly collapse. Instead, he sat down,shouting about the effect that she and Giuseppe had on himGuilt swarmed over her, as alwaysFrancesca was always manipulated into feeling guilty, when she had nothing to be sorry forShe stood, kneeling down by her fathers side as he spoke, resting her head upon his knee as she stroked her fingertips against his leg affectionately. She used to sit like this as a child, whenever Giuseppe would upset her or she had a nightmare, she would sit by her fathers side while he finished paperwork in his officeHer lips twisted slightly, listening to a very sweet way of saying that she had no choice in the matter Standing up, Francesca forced a smile and pressed her lips against her fathers forehead. You, are a good man Papa.. she whispered sorrowfully, saying nothing about Giovanni or the marriageJust as she did with Sal, she bit her tongue, Ill go fetch your pillsTe amo, Papa.. She said softly, turning to walk out into the hallway, leaving her father to his thoughts and plans. Antonio had been standing there, after escorting the Messenger out, the old man watching the Dons daughter quietly...uncertain of what to say to her. Inevitably they would have had to bring this up to her, especially if the Morettis were pushing to have the ceremony soon. But when a plan did not work out exactly as anticipatedit left a bad taste in everyones mouth. My father needs his medication Was all that she said, Antonio nodded and made his way upstairs and back to the dining room with the pills in hand. He poured a glass of water before setting it and the bottle of pills in front of the seated Don, taking his seat again, leaning back with a heavy sigh. Wellshe took it-as a well as we thought she would, eh? Guess we-gonna wait until the day of the ceremony to tell Giuseppe? He chuckled somewhat, patting his old friend on the shoulder. Cesca is-a good girlShe dont wanna disappoint you Vinnie. Francescas stomach however was turning, her heart rapidly pounding as she attempted to quell the despair swirling inside of her. So this was what all the secrecy had been over Marriage? To Giovanni Moretti of all people? He was almost exactly like Giuseppe! This wasnt the fucking old country! She had a right to chose her own husbandDidnt she? The bitter truth was that this was not the caseEveryone, and everything in the family, came before her own happinessAlways. Had there not been a small crushed velvet bench against the wall, Francesca would have slid down to the floor...Her entire body felt numb, dizziness sweeping her, causing her to sit frigidly still...Almost appearing, from the pale shade her face had turned, that she had seen a ghost. She spotted Luca, and her hazel eyes glanced up towards him slowly, her lips slightly agape. She seemed as if she had wanted to tell him somethingbut instead, she sat up straight and brushed her hair away from her face, swallowing deeply before clearing her throat. I need an escort whenever I leave the estate She began, standing up and smoothing her hands over her jeans. If my brother has you on any sort of errand forget it, take me to the barI need a drink.