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30. If you love someone....

Vincent

I stared at the door as it slammed shut. I’d blown it. I’d always known when she found out about me and her mother, she would likely be annoyed, but not this. History certainly had away of repeating itself.

I let out a long sigh, and looked at my father.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone could you. Now she hates me, and she probably hates you as well,” I huffed.

My father stood up, and walked back behind the desk.

“Did you really think I’d let you seduce her when I found out she hadn’t even finished school?” He questioned.

I rolled my eyes.

“You really think that she’ll want to finish school now if you’re paying for it?” I countered.

I shook my head.

“You heard her. She hates us all. She thinks she’s still a prisoner.”

I huffed out a humourless laugh.

“She’s right about that, isn't she.”

My father glared at me.

“And who’s fault is that, eh? Did you really think you could make her fall in love with you. Treat her like you had somehow got Amelia back?”

I shook my head.

“No, she may look like Amelia, but it was never like that with her. I wanted Rosie because she’s different. Beautiful. Perfect.”

I looked on my father with disdain.

“You wanted to look after her because you wanted to make her into another Amelia, a protege. Someone you could show off to the world. That’s the only reason you paid for Amelia’s tuition. So that when she became world famous you could tell the world that you found her. Now you want to do the same with Rosie.”

My father stood up.

“That’s ridiculous Vincent. Rosie doesn’t have any idea what she wants to do, or what she wants to be. I just feel badly that she has been thrown into this due to you and your brothers stupidity,” he sneered.

I rolled my eyes, and walked towards the door.

“If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should let her go. Send her back to America. Let her live her life without your interference,” I sighed, “or mine.”


As I left the study, I headed towards the lounge. I needed a drink.

That’s when I saw Gianna. She was crying.

“Gianna?” I called out, “Gianna, what’s the matter?”

Gianna stopped and glared at me.

“What did you do Vincent. What did you say to Rosie? She hates me. She says she’s not coming to the wedding. She said...”

Gianna hesitated. Rosie had said something. Something bad enough to upset my little sister.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, in a brotherly hug.

“What did she say Gi Gi? Tell me,” I soothed.

Gianna sniffled.

“She told me that I better find another bridesmaid that looks like her mother for you to fuck.”

I gently rubbed Gianna’s back.

“I’m sorry, Rosie is Amelia’s daughter. She thinks I only want her because she looks like her mother,” I sighed.

Gianna pulled away, and looked me in the eye.

“Do you?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Of course not. It’s true, she looks a lot like her mother, but that’s not the reason. It might have been once, but not anymore. I want Rosie because she’s Rosie. She’s perfect and she’s beautiful.”

Gianna wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Then you need to tell her, Vincent. Tell her how you feel.”

I sighed.

“I think it’s too late for that, Gi Gi. She pretty much hates us all now. But if you’ve a mind to, you could try and persuade Papa to let her go. Send her home to America. Its the only way she’ll think she isn’t still a prisoner.”

I left my sister mulling over my words. I thought about the words I had heard once before;

If you love someone, let them go…

If they return to you, it was meant to be…

If they don’t, their love was never yours to begin with…

That would be Rosie. She needed to have her wings and fly. Then perhaps one day she would fly back to me.

It was out of my hands now. It was up to my father. He had contacts. He could set her up with a house in New York. She could finish school, then she could decide what she wanted to do.

I’d let Amelia go, and she didn’t come back. Maybe this time, with Rosie she might. Maybe she wouldn’t fall into the arms of another, like her mother had.

Armando

I was controlling. I knew that. It was a trait. A trait that all the Marchesi men had. This time though, perhaps my son was right. All I had wanted to do was to help Rosie Ryan. She was in a situation not of her making. I just wanted to put things right. Give her the life she’d never had. She didn’t care about that though. She cared more about her freedom. She was truly an angel. Most girls of her age wouldn’t care as long as they had all the material things. The latest fashions, the most expensive clothes. I just wanted to spoil her, like I spoiled my own daughter, like I would have spoiled Amelia if she had stayed with Vincent.

Maybe I was as guilty as Vincent. Wanting to do for Rosie what I had never been able to do for Amelia, because of Daniel. Because of Michael Ryan.

I ran my fingers through my hair. Trying to decide what I should do next.

I glanced up when I heard the door open.

Gianna poked her head around the side of the door.

I smiled and beckoned her in. I only needed to looked at her once, to realise she had been crying.

I stood up, and held my hands out to her.

“What’s the matter, Gianna. You know I don’t like to see you crying.”

She rushed forward and grabbed my hands.

“Papa, it’s Rosie. I don’t want her to hate me, to hate us.”

I pulled her hands to my lips and gently kissed them before letting them go.

“You’ve been talking to your brother, haven’t you?”

She sat in the chair, opposite the desk.

“We have to let her go home papa.”

I leant back in the chair and nodded.

“Looks like my children won’t give me any peace until I do.”

Gianna leaned forward.

“She doesn’t want to go to the wedding, or be my bridesmaid either.”

I nodded.

“Is that why you’re crying.”

Gianna sighed.

“Maybe, not really. I don’t mind about the bridesmaid, I only did it for Vincent, but maybe you could persuade her to come to the wedding, before she goes for good.”

I stood up and walked around the desk. I wrapped my arm around Gianna’s shoulders.

“I’ll ask Roberto to bring her to the study. I’ll talk to her. I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

Gianna kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you papa.”

I nodded and smiled as she left the office. I would really do anything for my children.


I walked back to the desk and picked up the phone.

“Roberto. Please can you collect Rosie from her cabin, and bring her to the study, Thank you.”

I replaced the receiver, and sat down with a sigh.

Time to make a few arrangements. I opened my laptop and started looking at properties in the vicinity of the school that Rosie had attended.

I glanced up when I heard a knock on the door.

“Come,” I instructed.

The door opened to reveal a somewhat flustered Roberto.

This was unlike him. I frowned.

“Is there a problem, Roberto?”

He cleared his throat.

“It appears that Miss Rosie is...Missing.”

I laughed.

“How can she be missing, we’re on a boat.”

Roberto sighed.

“Her cabin is empty, I have searched the various lounges and the upper decks. There is no sign of her.”

I stood up and narrowed my eyes.

“That’s ridiculous, we’re in the middle of the fucking ocean! Look again.”

Roberto bowed his head.

“Yes sir, perhaps she’ll make an appearance at dinner.”

I looked at my watch. I hadn’t realised it was so late. Rosie had missed lunch, I’m sure she would be hungry.

“Have dinner served inside tonight, Roberto.”

He nodded again, and left.


I shook my head as I made my way to the dining room.

As the stewards served dinner, there was still no sign of Rosie.

Roberto appeared.

“I’m sorry sir, we’re still looking.”

Vincent glanced at me, confusion on his face.

“It’s Rosie. No one has seen her since she left the study,” I explained.

“She spoke to me through the door, but that’s all,” Gianna added.

Vincent rolled his eyes.

“Someone must have seen her. Roberto, speak to your staff. We need to find her.”

Gianna paled.

“You don’t think...she sounded really upset. She wouldn’t have jumped overboard?”

Christian laughed.

“Come on Gi, she’s a moody kid. She’s probably hiding in a broom cupboard, sulking.”

Gianna glared at Christian. I knew she had a soft spot for Rosie. If things had been different they may have been friends.

I looked over at Roberto.

“I want this boat searched from top to bottom until you find her, do you understand,” I growled.

He nodded, and left the dining room.

I stood up, I’d suddenly lost my appetite. I knew that Rosie was upset, but surely not upset enough to jump overboard.

Gianna’s words had certainly alarmed me. I was also beginning to wonder what sort of man she was due to marry.

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