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April 19, 2021

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Arranged love Episode 1 & 2

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ARRANGED LOVE❤️

EP 1

 

 

 

“I am done!”

Finally, I had graduated from high school with honors. Many parents were waiting for their children to take pictures. I didn’t look for my parents. They didn’t come to my graduation. Today, my brother, David, was graduating from Harvard Law School. They went there to see his graduation.

Growing up, I never got support from my parents since I was born. My brother was the precious child in my parent’s eyes. He would go beyond their expectation in academics and athletics. They loved him dearly.

My parents planned to never have a child after David but, their plan failed eight years later. When my mother found out about being pregnant, she and my father wanted to get an abortion but, my grandparents didn’t want them to get one. They managed to convince them to keep the pregnancy.

When I was born, my parents had thought of putting me up for adoption. My grandfather managed to convince them to not do such a thing. Instead, my grandparents would raise me as their very own giving me attention, love, and support. When I heard the truth, I was grateful for them. They became my guardians and my parents.

 

I had seen my parents over the years but, I never got close to them. I would tell them about my successes in school and athletics but, they never seemed to be interested in me. They

would boast about my brother’s success in front of everyone to hear. Sometimes, I wondered why they had me born.

My other relatives were drawn to my brother and my parents than me. They were never concerned for me and thought that I didn’t exist in the family. I felt like an outsider. My grandparents were different. They tried to include me in everything. They were the only family to me.

As David got older and more popular, my parents became more involved with his life and fame. He appeared in magazines and the media. When he was in law school, I heard that he had was expected to become a top lawyer by his professors. I didn’t care about his fame. I tried to live my own life.

 

As I grew up, I worried about my self and my grandparents. I accepted the fact that my parents were never going to be there for me. As for David, I wasn’t too sure. I never had an relationship with him.

I took my diploma and walked to my grandparents who were waiting for me. My grandfather gave me a smile and opened his arms to me. I walked right into them. “Good job Vera. I’m very proud of you,” he said to me.

“Thank you grandpa,” I said to him and released him from my hug. Grandmother gave me a hug. “Our precious Vera. I’m so proud of you,” she said to me. We took a few pictures together and made our way to the

car.

“We should go out and celebrate,” grandfather suggested to us. “I agree,” grandmother said to him. {It would be nice.} “Do you have work today?” Grandfather asked me. I worked at a small cafe in our neighborhood. It was a way for me to help support my grandparents. “No. Not today,” I told him.

“That’s great,” he said to me. “Where should we go?” I asked them. We were driving on a major street of San Francisco. “How about your favorite Italian restaurant,” my grandfather suggested.

 

“Yes please,” I said to him. My grandfather made a turn to another street to drive to North Beach. Soon, we drove into the parking lot of my favorite Italian restaurant, Georgio Italia. We got out of the car and made our way to the restaurant.

What should I order this time? I was walking a bit ahead of my grandparents. My grandparents walked slow due to their age. I slowed down a bit so that they could catch up to me. I turned my head to see a nice looking car driving into the parking lot. Nice car.

Once my grandparents were next to me, I walked with them in their pace. I opened the door for my grandparents and walked inside to see many people who were waiting for their seat in the restaurant. So many people. It’s going to be a midnight meal at this rate.

I was tempted to tell my grandparents that I would be fine to eat a nice home cook meal. After a few minutes, I felt a gust of wind behind me. I turned my head a bit to see an elderly couple who looked very upperclass. The elderly man who was in a wheelchair looked at my direction. Is he looking at me?

“Claudio?”

My grandfather turned his head to see the elderly man who had called him. “Pietro?” my grandfather said a name. Grandpa know him? The elderly man gave him a smile. “My old friend,” he said to him.

 

My grandfather walked over and gave the elderly man a hug. Grandmother and the elderly woman greeted each other. “It had been a long time,” my grandfather said to him. The elderly man nodded his head in a good mood. “Yes. It has been a long time,” my grandfather said to him.

The elderly man turned his head to me. “Who is this?” the elderly man asked. I walked over next to my grandfather. “This is my granddaughter, Valeria. She likes to be called Vera for short. She had just graduated today,” my grandfather introduced me to his friend.

The elderly man gave out his hand. “Pietro Minetti,” he introduced himself. I shook his hand. “Vera Laurenti,” I introduced myself him. “It’s nice to meet you and congratulations,” he said to me. I gave him a smile. “Thank you,” I said to him. I met his wife who was Maria.

I turned my head to my grandparents. “Maybe we should leave. I don’t mind a home cook meal,” I finally said to them. “Nonsense. It’s your graduation,” my grandfather said to me. “I know but..” “Wait here,” Pietro cut me off.

 

He wheeled himself to a waiting staff. I couldn’t hear him because many people were talking at the same time. Soon, I saw a chef come out of the restaurant. Pietro and the chef shook hands and exchange some words. I guess they know each other. Next thing I knew, the chef was talking to a waiter. After a while, the waiter went off somewhere.

Pietro gestured us over. I followed behind my grandparents and Maria. Once we got to him, the waiter returned with some menus in his hand. “Follow me,” he said to us. I looked at Pietro who was about to move the wheels of his wheelchair himself.

I took one handle and placed my other hand on his shoulder to let him know that I was behind him. “Let me,” I told him. He gave me a smile and patted my hand. “Thank you Vera,” he said to me. I pushed the wheelchair and followed the waiter.

We walked into a private room. I pushed him to the head of the table. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Your welcome,” I said to him and sat between my grandparents. “You have a caring granddaughter,” Pietro said to my grandfather.

 

“Yes. She is very caring,” my grandfather said to him. The waiter passed out the menus and left us in private. I looked down at the menu.

What do I want? I was choosing between chicken carbonara, shrimp scampi, and baked tilapia with shrimp.

Soon, the waiter comeback with his order check book. “Hello. I’m Marcelo and I’ll be your waiter. Are you all ready to order?” he asked us. As a start of our dinner, Pietro ordered everyone a salad. One by one, the waiter wrote our entrees from each person. After he finished writing my grandmother’s entree, he looked up from his order check book at me with a smile.

“What would you like?” he asked me. “I’ll have the shrimp scampi,” I said to him. He wrote down my order. “Anything to drink?” he asked everyone. “Wine all around,” Pietro said to the waiter. I raised my hand to get the waiter’s attention. “Except for me. I’ll have a glass of water,” I said to him. “Certainly,” the waiter said to me.

 

After we told him our order, he walked out of the room. My grandparents and the Minettis were having conversations. I sat quietly and listened to them speak. After a while, the waiter came back with four glasses, a bottle of wine, and a glass of water. He poured the wine to the elderly and gave me my water before he left the room again.

“How long has it been since we saw each other?” Pietro asked my grandfather. “I would say about twenty years. Your grandson would have been four at the time,” grandfather said to him. I listened to their conversation. I guess they are talking about old times. I took a sip of my water.

Grandmother and Maria were having their own conversation about their husbands. The waiter came back with our salads and our entrees. I had to say that dinner was the best. After our meal, we ordered tiramisu for our dessert. Yes. My favorite dessert.

 

Once the tiramisu came to the table, I took a bite. It was delicious. “Vera is a beautiful lady. She is the perfect match for my grandson,” I heard Pietro say. Huh? I looked up at them. “Indeed. Remember our promise?” grandfather said to him.

“Of course,” Pietro said to him. Grandmother and Maria stopped their conversation and looked at them. They seemed to know something. Something didn’t feel right. “You mean about the marriage between them?” grandmother said out loud to them.

Quickly, I grabbed a napkin and coughed my tiramisu into it. I was in shock.

Marriage!

 

EPISODE 2

 

I stared at the elderly. Their words were so unexpected to me. Shock, anger, and some disappointment flowed through my veins. My life was taking a different turn that was made for me man years ago before my birth. The plan was unfolding before me.

“Yes. I do remember that promise. Do you think it’s the perfect time?” my grandfather asked Pietro for his thought. Pietro nodded his head thing that it was a perfect time. I couldn’t believe my ears. They had planned for me to marry someone who I didn’t know anything about.

 

“So when do you think that they can get married?” grandfather asked him. I stood up from my seat. I really didn’t think that I would ever be disrespectful to my elders especially my grandparents and his friend.

“I don’t want to marry…not right now,” I said to them. They looked at me as if they already knew my reaction. “You aren’t getting married right away. I was thinking in two months,” Pietro said to me. Two months! “You will have to meet my grandson and get to know him before the wedding,” he explained to me.

“I’m sorry to be disrespectful and everything when we had just met but, I’m too young to get married,” I told him straight up. I felt a hand on my my hand. I looked down to see my grandmother. “Sit down dear,” she said to me. I breathed in a shaky breath and sat back down in my seat.

This is too much.

 

“I would like to invite you three to his birthday party next week. He’s turning twenty four,” Pietro told us.

Twenty four! I didn’t expect the age gap. I didn’t mind a three to four year difference but, six year difference was above my limit.

Twenty four year old marry a seventeen year old girl? Isn’t that a crime?

“I think it is the best to marry them in two months. Vera will be eighteen by then,” grandfather said to Pietro. Pietro seemed to like the idea and had a big smile on his face. “Perfect,” Pietro said to him. Grandmother and Maria didn’t seem to mind about the marriage.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

Can’t believe this . I didn’t finish my dessert because I lost my appetite. I couldn’t bring myself to processing everything. They started to talk about the wedding and some old time memories.

 

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Once at home, I walked to my room and closed the door. I put my stuff down on the table. I’ll put them away later . I turned my head to the bed. It looks so inviting . I took my glasses off to make sure that I didn’t scratch them when I dive into the bed. I walked over to the bed and laid down.

Why is this happening to me? What was my grandfather thinking?

For some reason, I was thinking about my parents. I didn’t want to categorize my grandfather like my parents. He wouldn’t sink to their level.

He must have a reason .

I closed my eyes to think. Wonder what he is like . My life as a teenager was over…to a certain extent. Most likely, I wouldn’t be able to attend university, hang out with friends, and go out on my own if the guy was the strict and controlling type.

I drifted off into a deep sleep thinking about my future husband.

 

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Two weeks later…..

 

What to wear?

I was trying to pick what to wear for my future husband’s wedding. I remembered that his name was Adrian. I spent the last two weeks thinking about him, wondering about his personality and his life. I didn’t know much about him.

Last week, my grandparents were telling me some of their memories of him and the family. They showed me pictures of Adrian as a baby to a four year old. To be honest, he was cute as a child. I wondered what he looked like now.

I decided to wear a maroon wrap dress that went above the knees. I wore my brown high heeled sandal that would match the dress. My hair was in a bun that was held with a comb that was adorned with crystals.

 

“That should do it,” I said to myself. I decided to wear my glasses in case even though I really didn’t need them. I wore them for a fashion statement. I met my grandparents at the bottom of the stairs and got into the car. We drove off to Pietro’s home. I expected that we get there at sunset.

Remember, you aren’t too eager about the marriage.

After an hour drive, we arrived at the gates of Pietro’s home. I was surprised out of my mind about the view in front of me.

Pietro lives here!

I shouldn’t have been very surprised. His outfit should have set an alarm in my head. “I should have told you, Pietro used to be a CEO of Minetti Resorts,” he told me.

 

Now he tells me! Why didn’t I think of that? How did I not make the connection?!

I had an idea about my future husband. In my knowledge, the Minettis had three boys. Each boy had their own reputation in business and in the spotlight. The oldest, Matthew Minetti was already married to a woman named Angela who was a fashion designer of a famous Italian fashion company, Bellezza Illuminare .

The second son, Stephen, was not married yet. I had heard rumors that he was dating a model at the moment. He was known to have a nice smile that women would faint in front of him. He loved to do charity work.

The last son, Adrian, was not married either. He had a reputation for dating many girls. No picture has ever been taken of him for some reason. Many people had tried to get his picture for years. Nobody except for a few knew what he looked like.

 

Grandfather drove to the front of the mansion where a butler was waiting for guests. We got out of the car. The butler walked towards us. “Welcome to Minetti Manor. You must be the Laurentis,” he said to us. “Yes we are,” my grandfather said to him.

“I’m here to park your car sir,” he said to him. Grandfather gave him the keys to park the car. We walked up the stairs that led to the house. Once inside the house, another butler was standing near the door. He looked much older and about my grandfather’s age.

 

The butler looked at us with a smile. “Ah. I believe you are the Laurentis. Everyone is in the garden. I’ll escort you,” he said to us. He walked us through the mansion to get to the backyard. In the house, everything looked expensive.

Vases, paintings, and other items decorated the mansion. This place must cost a fortune. Soon, we found ourselves in the garden. The garden was very beautiful. Flowers decorated the whole backyard. Lights were already lit since the sun was setting.

Many people were talking to each other. I recognized a few to be important people from different businesses. I was starting to become very nervous. I was getting flashbacks of my family. It was a memory that I had kept hidden in the depths of my mind.

Flashback….

 

age 5….

It was my brother’s eleventh birthday. My parents invited the whole family to celebrate. They seemed very happy to be at my brother’s birthday. Looking around, everyone were talking to each other besides me.

I walked up to my Aunt Sarah to talk to her. She was talking to my mother. “Aunt Sarah?” I said her name. Aunt Sarah and mother looked down at me. Already, my mother wasn’t happy to see me and interrupt her conversation.

 

“Don’t you see I’m busy Valeria? Go away,” Aunt Sarah said to me in a annoyed tone. I felt tears forming in my eyes. I looked at mother who seemed pleased about Aunt Sarah’s manner towards me. They returned to their conversation. I walked away to find another person to talk.

I tried to talk to Uncle Martin who was drinking something. “Uncle Martin?” I tried to get his attention. “Excuse me, I need to talk to your father about some business,” he said to me. He pushed me away from him so that he could talk to my father. Nobody seemed to notice me.

I walked to the corner of the room and let the tears fall down my face.

Nobody cared about me. I was an outsider. I don’t belong.

End of Flashback…

 

“Vera.”

I came out of my memory to see my grandparent’s concerned faces. “Are you alright?” grandfather asked me. Slowly, I gave him a nod. “Yes. Why?” I asked him. My grandmother took out a handkerchief from her bag.

“You have tears sweetie,” she said to me. I touched my face to feel something wet. I guess the memory made me tear up. I took the handkerchief and wiped my tears away. Luckily, I didn’t wear make up.

My grandfather was looking around the backyard to find Pietro and his wife talking to another couple. I recognized the couple from many different medias. They owned a finance company in New York City.

Pietro noticed us at the top of the stairs and gestured us over. We walked over to them while the couple walked to away to another couple. “Pietro,” my grandfather said to him. As a greeting, Pietro had a smile and gave my grandfather a hug.

 

Maria gave my grandmother a hug and gave me a smile. “You look lovely Vera,” she said to me. I gave her a small smile. “Thank you,” I said in a low voice. Pietro and Maria were very dressed up nicely compared to my grandparents and I. They looked very formal for the occasion.

“So where is Adrian?” my grandfather asked him. Adrian! Pietro looked around the garden. He grew a smile on his face. “He’s right there coming towards us,” Pietro pointed out to us. I turned my head slowly to see Adrian.

I felt myself froze. My mind cleared of any thoughts. He looked nothing that I had thought. He was taller than I had expected. He looked five feet eleven inches tall. I was about five feet two inches. I didn’t mind the height.

 

He had dirty blonde hair that had been sprayed and combed neatly. He worn a grey suit that fit his frame. I could tell that he was built from his size. He seemed like a type of person to have experience with girls.

His eyes were mesmerizing. I felt my heart beating fast. Calm down Vera. I felt so many emotions. I never felt many of the emotions before. I didn’t really know how to deal with them. I was a bit scared of them.

I snapped myself out and composed myself a bit. I didn’t want him to think bad of me. Soon, he walked over to us gave a smile to his grandparents. Once Adrian saw my grandfather, he gave my him a handshake. “Nice to see you again sir,” he said to him. He’s formal.

 

My grandfather gave him a smile. “Do you remember me?” grandfather asked him. “Of course. You were the one who got me a toy fire truck for my fourth birthday,” Adrian said to him. Grandfather nodded his head.

He remembers grandfather when he was four!

I was surprised by the memory. I didn’t have many good memories when I was four years old. B”Happy birthday Adrian,” Grandfather said to him. “Thank you,” he said to him and hugged my grandmother. “Happy birthday,” grandmother said to him. “Thank you,” he said to her and looked at me.

I looked into his blue eyes and drowned into them.

 

 

Tbc

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