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Ruben Dias - Lost in Sardinia Part 1/8
Firstly I'd like to thank everyone who helped me pick the name of the heroine in this story, I had so many to choose from. However, my co-author has spoken and Fiorella will be her name.
Thanks again and enjoy! ❤️
Fiorella beat the sunrise as she was already out of bed. She draped on the summerdress she wore yesterday, picturing her nonna's taunting voice, "Ladies never wear the same attire twice Fiorella. It's important that you learn this if you wish to find a man to marry someday."
To that Fiorella would say, "Nonna, does a man wish to marry a dress or the woman wearing the dress?"
"Don't be silly Rella, a man is marrying the woman wearing the dress."
"That decides it then. I will marry a man wearing nothing but my birthday suit. That way I'll be sure he's marrying me and only me."
Her grandmother would then shush her out of the house, muttering "That girl. Why can't she be more like her sisters?"
Fiorella tipped her way down the stairs in an attempt not to wake her family. Her black labrador, Pluto, raised his head at the sight of her.
"It's time, Pluto." She whispered.
He rose to his paws, tail swiping in the air with his excitement. The two left the house, Fiorella on her bike with Pluto running alongside it.
Fiorella had always loved the thrill of diving into the crystal-clear waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Growing up in a tiny village on the west coast of Sardinia, she had spent countless hours exploring the underwater world, searching for hidden treasures and discovering the secrets of the sea.
On this sparkling morning, as the sun began to rise, Fiorella ventured into the depths once again, her heart filled with the excitement of what she might find. As she weaved through the swaying seagrass and the playful fish, she spotted a small boat floating above her. Curiosity piqued, Fiorella swam closer, her dark curls trailing behind her like ribbons in the water. She peeked above the surface and saw a man sitting in the boat. He appeared to be gazing intently at the horizon, lost in his own thoughts. Fiorella surfaced gently, trying not to startle the man. She suspected him to be a tourist, drawn to the beauty of her village's coast. But as she swam closer and looked upon his striking features, she knew he was no ordinary visitor. His hazel eyes sparkled with hidden stories, and a subtle smile played on his lips. He possessed an air of mystery that fascinated her.
Without thinking twice, Fiorella impulsively decided to make him feel welcome, embracing the Sardinian hospitality that ran in her blood. She emerged from the water onto the docks, her petite frame dripping water onto the aging wood.
The man turned his gaze towards her, startled by her sudden appearance.
"Buongiorno." She smiled.
His eyes traveled from her head to her toes, stopping to stare at her dripping curls. "Can I help you?"
"It's a lovely morning, no?" The man spoke to her in English. However Fiorella didn't mind. She liked speaking English with tourist, it was the best way to learn. "And, you're suppose to say Buongiorno."
"Huh?" The man looked puzzled.
"It means good morning." She said, taking a look around as she stood on the docks. It was a nice boat, not suitable for fishing, but still nice.
"I know what it means." The man muttered, he looked tired, perhaps not an early riser like her.
"So why didn’t you say it?"
He raised his brow, startled by how frank she was. Her parents hated when she did that, teasing the tourist, but it's what all the locals did.
"Perhaps we should try again? Buongiorno, I'm Fiorella, who are you?"
The man watched her from where he sat on his boat, unsure if she was teasing him again.
She chuckled "Go on, it's your turn."
He shook his head. "Buongiorna, I'm Ruben."
"Last name?"
He frowned. "You didn't tell me yours."
"I'll let you know mine after you tell me yours."
He rested his hands on his hips. "Sanchez, Ruben Sanchez."
"Nice to meat you Ruben Sanchez, these are for you." Fiorella presented the man with her bountiful catch of clams, fresh from the depths of the sea. "Here," she said, tossing him the small fishing net.
He caught it with one hand.
"Welcome to Sardinia." She smiled.
Ruben's surprised expression transformed into a wide grin as he accepted Fiorella's gift. "Thanks."
"I'm Fiorella," she said, her voice filled with excitement, "Fiorella Costa, and this is my dog, Pluto."
The dog barked his welcome.
"My family herds sheep on a farm bellow the village." She pointed to the green hills behind them. "If you're ever on your way, make sure to visit my uncles restaurant on the same road. He makes the best gnocchi, no matter what the Italians say."
Ruben frowned. "Aren't people from Sardinia considered to be Italians?"
He pronounced it like the tourists usually did, heavy on the "I" instead of soft on the "D".
"We are, but I'm also Tunisian, so my family is special."
He nodded. "Thanks for the tip, I'll make sure to check it out."
"Or you could just cook the clams I gave you and call it a day. Come now Pluto!"
She turned her back on the man, not bothering to see his puzzled reaction. She was like that, Fiorella, a horrible tease.
"There she goes again." Her grandmother sighed as Fiorella parked her bike down the road to her house. It was a beautiful yellow house, surronded by acheres of green land scattered with sheep. Fiorella's grandmother (nonna) was seen picking fresh tomates from their garden alongside Fiorella's four year old brother Dino.
"Wet from head to toe. Aren't you getting tired of running down to the docks, diving for treasure?"
"Nope." Fiorella smiled. She kicked of her sandals and stepped into the garden to help with the tomatoes.
"If I hear that you're bothering those tourists again..."
"I'm not, nonna."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Good, because you know what your father thinks of them."
Fiorella's father believed that the locals should leave the tourists alone, let them explore our beaches and purchaise our goods, however, that is where we should draw the line. He thinks that never should we invite the tourist to our properties and let them bother us in our homes.
"It's funny coming from him, no?" Fiorella said, helping her brother top his basket with tomatoes. "If it wasn't for nonno... " Fiorella's grandfather on her dad's side, "...being welcomed by a Sardinian family, Dino and I would never be considered local Sardinia's. We'd be Tunisians, wouldn't we, nonna?"
"Stop it with your foolishness child. There is no way for us to know what could have been if your grandfather hadn't married your grandmother. Just be glad that you are considered a Sardinian. We are very proud people you know."
"But our nonno is Tunisian, doesn't that make Dino and I at least a third or a quarter Tunisian?"
"No, now basta."
Nonna grabbed the basket of tomatoes and began marching towards the house. Fiorella lifted her little brother into her arms and did the same.
"We have alot to do this week, with your sister's wedding and all. I expect you to be on your best behavior, Fiorella, meaning no running off to the docks. Your sister needs you here, helping with the wedding."
"But Nonna..."
"No buts. Did I make myself clear?"
Fiorella rolled her eyes, muttering "All clear."
She was curious as for how long she'd manage to stay away. The docks and the sea was her sanctuary. It's where the Mediterranean sea welcomed the land beyond Sardinia and where Fiorella met the most handsome man she had ever seen.
How could she stay away?
*Note from author: Yes, Ruben did give Fiorella a fake last name. Find out why in these upcoming chapters!
Ciao! 😜
#fanfiction#football imagine#man city#manchester city#ruben dias#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#football angst
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WIP: The OCs of "Out of the Chrysalis"
So the fic I'm currently doing for HLAW...is a "Hana tries speed dating courtesy of Maxwell" fic in my P&Tverse haha, because I didn't want to have her plunging into her One Big Romance before getting the space to figure out who she is, sexuality wise, and finding a community of sorts.
One hc I always had was that Maxwell figured out Hana was interested in women by the time they became friends, and basically wanted her to have the experience of dating. He's a guy who winds up remaining friends with his exes, so he definitely talks to them and the people Hana secretly dates (because she's part of Madeleine's court and expected to catch a suitor the regular way) during the Applewood-Italy-Paris leg of the tour are either people he has dated before, or friends of people he has dated and is still friends with. Or just friends. Basically, people he trusts.
Along with being bi I hc her as demisexual, so this fic is about her discovering that too. So five of these people she dates, and two of them she basically has very illuminating conversations with.
So here goes! OC character sheets under the cut
Bethany James
Faceclaim: Vidya Vox
From: Cormery Isle originally, but now lives in Applewood
Pronouns & Sexuality: she/her, lesbian
Profession: Runs a bakery
Headcanons:
• is a friend of someone Maxwell dated during a stay at Applewood.
• a tiny bit of her story is mentioned in "It Takes A Village", about Kiara's coming-out. She is the girl Kiara speaks to at an art exhibition at the end of that fic.
• Bethany left Cormery Isle with a friend, sensing what she was experiencing was different to what other peers seemed to be experience (she'd find out eventually that some of them were bi and equally scared as her). She was only 16 then. She came to Castelserraillan which was always hailed as a VERY safe space for the Cordonian LGBTQ community in general, and had a really, really memorable experience during their Pride Month.
• She moved to Applewood at the age of 20. Loves the farming community and tries to support local farmers there with a pie festival in the autumn months.
• Like most people everywhere, cannot stand Lord Neville Vancouer.
Angel Diaz
Faceclaim: Kehlani Parris
From: Applewood
Pronouns and Sexuality: they/them, pansexual
Profession: Tattoo artist
Headcanons:
• In my hcs Maxwell has a better hippo tattoo now coz I decided to make this character his tattoo artist, and there is NO WAY I'm going to have them be the face behind that awful clipart excuse of a canon tattoo.
This is P&T!Maxwell's tattoo btw:
Has the right amount of goofy, just not lazily done. But whatever, Maxwell got the clipart one as a teen but upgraded it to this one with Angel's encouragement and skills. He's still a bit embarrassed to show it because what will Bertrand say!
• Angel was always a gifted artist, and their parents enrolled them on scholarship at Castelserraillan's premium University for Fine Arts. But it was there that they got fascinated with tattoo art. It gave their parents quite the shock when they made that their profession and it took them a few years to come around to the idea.
• Like Bethany, Angel was also part of the queer scene early on - but because they were actually staying there they could get involved in the community.
• Maxwell and Angel did briefly date.
• Angel loves to dance. You need an eager person to do crazy spins for a flashmob? They're there.
Andrea Melis
Faceclaim: Alessandro Mahmood
From: Sardinia. Born to a Sardinian father and an Egyptian mother. Currently stays in Capri.
Pronouns and Sexuality: he/him, bisexual
Profession: Translator
Headcanons:
• Knows a variety of languages. Italian, Spanish, Arabic, German, French being just a few of them.
• Mostly translates books. His favourite project so far was translating a food memoir by a famous food writer from Domvallier, Cordonia, from English and Arabic to a couple other languages.
• Has developed a YouTube channel to introduce beginners to Italian and Arabic, since those are the languages he knows most intimately.
• He and Maxwell hoped to be serious in their early 20s, but it didn't work out. Took a while before they could get back to their vibes as friends again but they are now at a good place with each other platonically.
Noèmie Dubois
Faceclaim: Agathe Bonitzer
From: Paris.
Pronouns and Sexuality: she/her, bisexual aromantic
Profession: Boutique owner
Headcanons:
• Loves wearing black
• Loves car racing
• Has two moms. Came out as a teen to her moms first.
• Most people know her as a very chilled out person. Very relaxed.
• Dated Maxwell casually a couple years back, but realized Maxwell and her friend Helene were unknowingly catching feelings for each other, so gently veered him in her direction 😂 Worked out well for all three of them.
Hugo Lefevre
Faceclaim: François Arnaud
From: Loire, but stays in Paris.
Pronouns and Sexuality: he/him, pansexual
Profession: Museum curator but used to be a tour guide in his early days.
Headcanons:
• Majored in art history
• Shy and a bit of a loner
• Was a tour guide who helped Maxwell once when he was lost in Paris on a tour the court was talking. They've been friends and trusted confidantes to each other ever since.
• Loves stargazing
• Isn't out as such except to a few people. Is more comfortable that way. Doesn't like socializing much, which makes the friendship with Maxwell a real surprise. Idea of a perfect night is to sit alone in front of a fireplace with a glass of wine. He doesn't have a fireplace as such right now, so a good glass of wine will do.
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These last two are not people Maxwell knows, but are essential to Hana's journey to discovering who she really is, romance wise.
Robin Zhou
Faceclaim: Jess Tom
From: Shanghai, but they and their folks moved to San Francisco when they were younger.
Pronouns and Sexuality: They/them, bisexual
Profession: Professional chef, hosts dinners and parties. Does cooking classes in European cuisine on the weekends.
Headcanons:
• They went to culinary school in the States but travelled back on an all-China tour that lasted a year because they felt they didn't know their home cuisine well enough.
• They know Hana's cousin, Chuntao. She took a cooking class with them and wound up loving it.
• Frequents a bar named Roxie. This is where Hana will meet them in the fic.
Doralis Perez
Faceclaim: Elizabeth Acevedo
From: Brooklyn, born to Dominican-American parents.
Pronouns and Sexuality: she/her, lesbian
Profession: Was teaching for a while, but hopes to do her Ph.D one day. Currently works at the Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island Foundation.
Headcanons:
• Remember the college friend the MC talks about when she mentions the Ramen Incident of Senior Year? That's Doralis.
• Esther and Dora were batchmates and roommates in university
• She was promised a shitload of ramen to call in that favour for Liam
• Esther never got the time to do that, obviously, but she did request her aunt Vivienne to keep that promise in her stead
• Many things Esther knows - as a cishet woman - about sexualities and being an ally, she knows through her time with Dora and their circle of friends at University.
• Dora came out to all their friends by the end of their time at University. It wasn't very easy for her initially, but the environment was such that you had multiple support groups for queer and closeted people there.
• Esther was very much a part of that journey as a close friend who lived with her. That experience also informed how she handled Hana's coming out when she returned.
• Dora loves doing craft activities and has a blog full of fun, innovative and simple craft projects for kids and their parents.
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highlights of culture day at college:
- people were dressed incredibly especially my friends they stunned
- turkish sweets stand!
- insane playlist playing v. v. loudly
- italian dressed as mario
- guy came in draped in an ice spice flag
- like 3 leprachauns
- someone came up to my friend and congratulated him on 'being the first person all day wearing an english flag'. It was the sardinian flag.
- somali friend borrowed her friends chinese flag and wore it round all day and felt too embarrassed to tell the person taking photographs that she herself wasnt chinese
- girl with palestinian and afghan flags walked aroud w a girl wearing a 'i <3 jewish girls' crop top
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re: send me a character
trish
HI SPACEKOALA OF BUS FAME 👋👋👋
first impression: SHES SO PRETTYYYYYY i need to be just like her FOR REAL.
impression now: oh my god please get her on 175mg of prozac and a therapist the velour can only do so much
favorite moment: definitely the elevator scene when her and bob were going up to meet diavolo... i know that hand hold meant more to her than anything else in the world. holy fuck. bruno was everything she needed in that moment. like shes so painfully 15 and painfully going through the grief of losing her mom and now meeting a father she never heard from or new anything about, a guy whos so powerful people are trying to hunt her down just to get to him. imagine being in her situation??? id be breaking down crying every 40 minutes.
idea for a story: i really really want to write about the dynamic between her and bruno ... how he was in her life for less than a week but changed everything forever. how he filled the hole diavolo left in her life. was there for her. cared for her more than diavolo ever did or ever could have. who saw this girl and made it his lifes mission to protect her, who dropped everything to save her and take down the man who wanted her dead, who gave his life for her . im so ill. im so ill. and she will never know love like that again. it came to her and it left all in a glorious instant.
unpopular opinion: trish is extremely important to the events of part 5 and the fact people leave her out of everything/forget her is plain misogyny. Lol!
favorite relationship: TRISH AND BRUNO FAMILY LIFE 4EVER 💗💗💗💗💗💗
favorite headcanon: her native language is sard and has a thick sardinian accent when she speaks mainland italian. the p5 crew cannot understand her when she speaks sard and she gets really pissed off at that. she purposefully says things they cant understand when shes upset so it makes them frustrated. she thinks its funny especially when abbacchio gets mad about it. also, i think shes an exact carbon copy of diavolo face-wise. shes the spitting image of her father. something she wish she never saw was his face, because now whenever she sees her reflection, all that stares back at her is diavolo.
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11, 13, 24, 40 and 45 for the lesbian asks
11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on
i actually can't think of any particularly bad dates. they've all been pleasant to great, and i wouldn't feel comfortable referring to any of them as a "worst". granted, this probably comes down largely to the fact that i tend to only go on dates with people who i've already known for a few months, at least... ^^;
13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!
so i currently have two partners who i will talk about simply in order of which one i started a relationship first. there's Alex, who has been helping me learn Sardinian, and plays trumpet in an orchestra. and Tara, who i first properly met when we were in a play together and makes an amazing unstuffed cabbage soup.
24. If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?
oh gosh... i dunno, i feel like every partner i've had has come into my life in a completely different way, so i'm not sure what my magic bullet might be. playing along with my comedic theatrics is probably a pretty sure bet.
40. Do you have any pets?
does my roommate's cat, Tatsu, count?
otherwise, no. i haven't had a pet since high school when i had a little iguana named Izzy.
45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?
oh boy, this is a surprisingly complex question. i actually started referring to myself as a lesbian (of a sort) ever since some friends started calling me an "honorary lesbian", and especially after one girl broke up with me because it "felt too much like she was dating a girl" with me... but i didn't realize that this was anything more than a tongue-in-cheek joke until i discovered i was trans at around the age of 24, roughly 8ish years later.
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im obsessed with marzanna bc shes got a million layers. shes a forest witch who is bound to a village somewhere in a fantasy land and the gods put her there bc she was a mass murderer in her past life and didnt want to spend her life in hell so she is repenting. she hates people. she loves people. shes a nature girl. she wants to protect. she also doesnt like socializing. she has depression. she acts like she thinks high of herself but she doesnt actually. she considers deer sacred bc the messenger of the gods take deers as their vessels. shes loosely based off of sardinian and polish traditional clothes (bc marzanna is the polish version of that name). shes like one of those sad boys people like and are popular on tumblr but shes a lesbian and 2m tall and if she knew what top surgery was she would’ve asked the gods to help her get rid of both while at it as well as her hysterectomy bc she had breast cancer and the gods were like wait let us remove that rq
then in her “modern” versions we have morena who is literally 23 yo college student studying environmentalism and wants to become a park ranger and then there’s marleigh who’s like marzanna but reincarnated but not quite bc marleigh is Different from marzanna and like a gardener and more muscular than either of them
#ill admit i basically revamped her a LOT bc shes an oc i had since 2014#but like i took an updated look i made for her in 2020#and then i was like fuck artemy burakh is so cool.......and i got inspired to orient her more towards that similar vibe#its different but like i feel like its a kind of character you dont see often#willing to get their hands dirty but for a fair cause and also with honor#sort of#?#idk. im obsessed with her. im sick. im completely insane.#oc rambles
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"Oh quit whining girl. 🙄"
Thinnie, Thinnie, Thinnie show some of your gravitas girl! You know this neverending string of embarrassment and humiliation could have ended right after the yachting short trip. First he prefers and (quite impressively...I mean where do you even find such creatures...at Hotel Costes) assembles the biggest congregation of the most 🤮🤢 slaggiest OF trash hôes one could imagine. Then his 🍆 finally showed signs of life, so a service order arrives at her doorstep. She gets 2-3ish days. Majority spent with Nanny Nana and decoy alibi Jeanne in tow while watching his ass hang off some cliff or watching his flappers splash in the sea while he's diving the Sardinian underwater caves. Only to be left in the dust again when he realizes Embo makes much better company (and pays the CALAMARI!!! rings) and fucks off to lounge free of charge on Mark's megayacht. And that's the moment our chickie should have left the building rapidamente🤌! But GTGT was sooo excited to have put her hand and other parts on a celebrity dick, she simply left her brains & dignity at the door and kept doodling in her "Mrs.Leto 👰" scrapbook while 🍣 kept wailing quietly in the distance for his mommy!
It all started so promising and went to shit so fast... 😭
A woman with a few more brain power might have been able to read the writing on the wall. 🤷🏼♀️
I mean, it was kinda evident even to us outsiders so it should have been to her as well! 🤷🏼♀️
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Vtg Italian Felt Cloth Doll Lenci 11 Sardinian Girl in Dress Molded Painted ebay dragonpez
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Hare Trigger : ep209
Autumn: I’m stuffed. I think I ate too much breakfast.
Beri: Let’s go for a swim.
Autumn: Swim on a full stomach?
Beri: Yes, silly. We’re not going to drown. We’re going to disprove some old wives tales.
Autumn: A last act of defiance before actually becoming a wife?
Beri: Hahaha, exactly. Come on Cheyenne, the girls are going swimming!
Cheyenne’s long curvy figure is stretched out and her arm is bridging the gap between our two lounge chairs as we hold hands in our slumber. I can feel her give me a quick squeeze on my finger to let me know that she’s going to let my hand go so she can join the girls for a swim.
I open my eyes to the sight of the three girls posing on the beach for a selfie. Cheyenne in her red bikini, Autumn in her white bikini, and Beri in her blue bikini. It’s pure pornography for the mid thirties males in attendance. Three curvy American women in the prime of their lives, arms and legs tangled together like supermodels in a Peter Lindbergh photo, toes and butt cheeks covered in Sardinian beach sand.
Floody: Would you look at that? God Bless America.
Henrik: Haha. Vive la France!
Floody: Henrik, you’re such eurotrash. That looks like an American flag.
Henrik: French flag dude. We’re in the med!
Me: Bah! Vive la Bikini.
Henrik: Yes! Vive la Bikini.
Floody: I’ll drink to that.
Henrik: You’ll drink to anything, mate.
Me: So true!
The Mediterranean being a sea, not an ocean, means that unless the Mistral winds are blowing the water is supernaturally calm, especially here in the channel between Corsica and Sardinia. There’s a swim platform a solid 75 meters offshore and the girls are floating casually toward it like a little flotilla of flesh. It’s a good long swim, but they spend most of the journey across laying on their backs, half floating, half swimming, laughing and giggling all the while.
The diffused light under the umbrella is intoxicating and with the girls safely on the swim platform I begin to drift off toward a light nap. I begin to dream about predator drones flown by lop eared bunnies. Unfortunately a species that typically avoids conflict, the US military’s bunny pilot experiment fails miserably. Just as I’m beginning to contemplate the finer details for employing a herbivore for armed conflict, a commotion wakes me.
It’s Cheyenne. She’s standing on the swim platform waving our arms to get our attention.
“Send a kayak!” I hear faintly.
Floody: What is she saying?
Me: It sounds like she’s saying “Send a kayak.”
I shout back in reply “Is everyone okay?”
Cheyenne yells across the bay “Autumn isn’t feeling well and she needs a ride back to shore.”
Floody is alarmed. His pregnant damsel is in distress and she’s 75 meters offshore. We returned the pedal boats, but Floody and Henrik quickly convince the kid at the rental counter that we need one for just five minutes. The rental agent is initially hesitant, but when Floody explains the situation, the kid acquiesces. And it’s a good thing he did too, because I was beginning to imagine his Italian blood being spilled in the name of commerce as I watch Floody steam across the gap like a dreadnought to rescue his lady.
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It’s okay to get lost sometimes
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#photography#federica giordano#photo#lifestyle#federica giordano photography#italian summer#sardinian summer#summer girl#sardinia#sardegna#faro di capo testa#capo testa#italian photographers#samsung galaxy s22#samsung
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Ruben Dias - Lost in Sardinia Part 2/8
Summary - Ruben is on a getaway in Sardinia. There he meets a girl named Fiorella. She starts to wonder why Ruben won't tell her what exactly he is getting away from, or even what his real name is.
Enjoy!
"Fiorella please let me cut your hair. Why won't you let me cut your hair?"
"Nonna, I like my hair the way it is."
She had agreed to go to the party, agreed to wear a dress, but cutting her hair, that's where Fiorella drew the line.
"But it's too long and it smells like..." Nonna bent down to sniff her head. She grimaced. "Sophia!"
She called for back up.
"Yes?"
Fiorella's big sister Sophia poked her head through the bathroom door.
"Come smell Fiorella's hair."
"Nonna, please." Fiorella sighed.
Her sister entered the bathroom, bending down to smell her hair. She pulled back just as quickly as she had bent forward. "Eww, why does it smell like that?"
"Like what?"
"Your head, it smells like...like fish."
"Told you!" Nonna exclaimed. "That's what happens when you run down to the docks everyday. You want to be like a fish, well now you smell like one."
"Nonna." Fiorella gasped.
Her sister threw her head back with laughter.
"It's the truth, no?"
"Fine, I'll wash it, but that'll be it."
Fiorella couldn't contain her excitement as she helped prepare for her sister Chiara's welcome home party. Chiara had been studying abroad and was finally returning for her grand wedding. It had been too long since the sisters had spent quality time together, and Fiorella was eager to catch up.
Amidst the joy, Fiorella felt a twinge of resentment towards her family. They had always expected her to find love and settle down like Chiara. It seemed that everywhere she turned, they would drop not-so-subtle hints, setting her up with potential suitors in the hopes of nudging her towards a relationship.
Nonna, in particular, took it upon herself to play matchmaker at the party. Eager to see her beloved granddaughter find happiness, she had arranged for several contenders to attend the celebration, all unknowingly vying for Fiorella's affection.
Fiorella's heart sank at the thought of going through another evening of pretending to be interested in strangers. She longed for a connection as deep and genuine as the one she saw between her sister and her soon-to-be husband, Enzo.
"You look..."
"Don't say it."
"Beautiful. You look beautiful Fiorella."
"Thanks Chiara. But your the one that looks amazing."
Her sister wore a pink dress that complemented her skin. Chiara always carried herself so elegantly. She was the only family member with straight hair and ocean colored eyes. "A gift sent from above." Nonna would call her.
To people who didn't know her family, Fiorella would explain that, Chiara was the smart one, Sophia the dumb one and Dino her favorite. Fiorella herself, didn't always feel like she belonged. Her family had so many relatives that it was easy to get lost in the crowd.
"So, how does it feel to be getting married soon?" Fiorella asked, as the two of them had a chance to catch up while refilling their plates at the buffet table.
"Pretty cool." Chiara shrugged, topping her plate up with more pasta.
"What are the odds of meeting a Sardinian man outside of Sardinia and then marrying that man?"
"Probably 7 billion to 1,5 million."
Fiorella chuckled. "Chiara, always the one to go against the odds."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Mom told me that you quit nursing school."
"I'm just taking a break."
"Whatever you say." Her sister teased.
"It's true. I just needed time away. Besides, helping out with the farm has been...fun."
"Fun, really?"
"Sometimes."
Fiorella held out for as long as possible, before erupting in laughter. Her sister joined in, a hand to her stomach. Their spasms went on for a couple of minutes, attracting the attention of other guests.
"You know..." Chiara said, forcing herself to stop, wiping her nose. "You can always come and live with me and Enzo."
"And third wheel on your honeymoon? I don't think so. Besides, I don't wanna move to the mainland, Sardinia is where it's at."
"Alright, alright." Her sister said, balancing her plate of food in on hand. "I just don't want you to get stuck here with mom and dad."
"Don't forget Nonna."
"And Nonna." She chuckled. "You should be exploring the world at your age. That's what I did before..." Her sister looked back to where Enzo sat, waiting for her at their table.
"Meeting the love of your life?" Fiorella said.
Her sister smiled. "Yes, before I met the love of my life. Even then I didn't stop exploring. There's more to see in the world than just the white coasts of Sardinia. If you ever feel the need to get away just..."
"Call you, I know." Fiorella nodded.
They were different that way, Fiorella and her sister. Fiorella didn't have such a strong need to search for life. She had learned that often times life had a strong need to search for her. All she had to do was to never fear the unknown, welcoming all experiences that life would throw at her.
"I mean it Fiorella, call me." Her sister pinched her cheek, bidding farwell before joining her fiance at their table.
As the party carried on, the atmosphere buzzed with celebration. Guests mingled, music filled the air, and laughter echoed throughout the grand estate. Fiorella, managed to avoid the rest of Nonna's suitors by dancing with Dino all night. She let him step on her feet as she led the way, swaying him across the dance floor.
Finally, the party drew to a close, the sun, low on the horizon, leaving a mistful warmth in the air. Fiorella sense the perfect opportunity to withdraw from her family, perhaps sneak off for a late night swim.
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She knew that he would be there, at the docks. Just like her, Ruben seemed to be an early riser and a late night sleeper. He sat on the deck of his boat. Just like when she had met him the first time. He sat looking out over the horizon, his silhouette drawn to the way the descending sun painted the sea red. He hadn't noticed Fiorella, pulling up on her bike. Not until she rushed towards the water, draping her dress over her head as she did.
Tossing it aside, she dove into the chilled water. Her dog Pluto was right at her heels, barking at the splashing water, before daring to make the leap himself.
"Buonasera." She smiled.
Fiorella resurfaced to the sight of Ruben's eyes on her. They were dark in the night, gleaming at her with slight curiosity.
"Buonasera." He said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"A perfect evening for a swim, no?"
"You certainetly seem to be enjoying yourself."
"It's better down here than up there." She said, gathering water as she swam to hold herself up.
"You think so?" Ruben worked his jaw, a determination in his glare.
"You won't know for certain, unless you..."
He jumped in.
Before Fiorella couldn't finished her sentance Ruben stood, tugging his shirt over his shoulders and diving down from his boat, head first into the water.
She gasped as he resurfaced near her. Pluto growled at his unexpected presence.
"It's okay, Pluto, he won't hurt me."
"It's your guard dog?" Ruben asked, running a quick hand through his hair.
"No, he's just naturally protective. My dad uses him to herd sheep and so It's good that he is like that."
Ruben nodded.
Fiorella let her head go under once more, before swimming back to the docks. There she heaved herself up from the water. Ruben was already behind her when she stood. He was making aquaintance with Pluto, petting him.
"I have two dogs back home." He said.
Fiorella had a momentarily freeze, seeing Ruben up close with his shirt off, water dripping down his ridiculously lean body.
"And where is home?" She broke their eye contact, bending down to pick up her crumbled up dress. Her sisters would tease her for wearing bikini's as lingerie, but Fiorella wanted the option of going for a swim whenever it pleased her.
"I have more than one place I call home." Ruben turned his head, as not to stare at Fiorella as she stepped into her dress. "But my dogs are in my home in Lisabon."
"Lisabon, Portugal. You are Portuguese?" Although he was descent at English, she had spotted an accent from miles away.
"Are you surprised?"
"Not really. But I would have guessed Colombian by the way you pronounced Sardinia."
His brows flinched. "How would you have me pronounce it then?"
"Sardinia." She shrugged. Soft on the "D" and with a slight roll of her tongue.
"Sardinia." Ruben repeated.
"Better." She chuckled.
"It's my first time visiting." He said.
Fiorella smiled "Is that what you call it, you sitting in your boat all day?"
Ruben was brought back, temporally insulted.
"I went to your village yesterday." He said in defense. "I went by your uncles restaurant but you weren't there."
Had he been looking for her? Why?
"I was probably helping my family with the party we had tonight. My sister came home with her fiance. They are getting married this weekend."
"I see." Ruben nodded. "Do you have any suggestions on what I could do during my short stay here in Sardinia?"
She smiled at the way he was making an effort to pronounce the name correctly.
"I dunno, what are you into, food, beverages, a good place to have gelato....?"
"Do you know any good trails for hiking?"
Fiorella frowned. "You mean walking?"
"No, like hiking. A nice hike where you can see interesting things along the trail."
"Um...?" Was he a psychopath, she thought. Who would want go on a hike in Sardinia when the beach was right...
"I haven't done much but to go by boat. I thought it'd be good if I tried exploring the island for a change."
"I see." Fiorella thought of good routes to hike, having personally been on zero herself. "There is a waterfall up the mountain. " She said, rembering one of her ventures with her family as a child.
"Yeah? Is it far?"
"I dunno, aren't hikes suppose to be far?"
Ruben smirked. "I mean how long will it take me, all day or just a couple of hours?"
"I'd say if you went by yourself it will probably take all day. But if you went with a person who knows the area, you should be there and back in only a couple of hours."
"Great!" He exclaimed, an unknown excitement in his eyes.
"It is great." Fiorella agreed. "I used to go there with my family when I was younger. There is a lagoon near the waterfall, the water is colder than the sea but some people still dare to swim in it."
"Sounds perfect after a hike. Where should we meet and which time?"
"Pardon?"
She was beginning to wonder why Ruben was looking at her with such a beaming anticipation. Now she knew. "My apologies Ruben, but I think I've mislead you into thinking that I'm some kind of tour guide. I'm no fucking tour guide." Fiorella said.
"But you know the area, right?"
"So? Alot of people know the area." Fiorella felt insulted, used for her knowledge of Sardinia. That is, until Ruben said....
"How about we make a day of it, just you and me?"
"I..." She was speechless. A tourist like him had left her speechless.
He was flirting with her, surley by the way he was tilting his head, wearing that ridiculous grin on his face, he was flirting with her.
"In case I'm being misleading, this is me, asking you out." He smiled.
Fiorella frowned. "Why?"
He chuckled. "Not really the answer I was hoping for, but fine. I think that you're a very intelligent and beautiful woman and the two of us would probaly have a really good time hiking up the mountain together."
"We would?"
"Well, we won't know for certain unless we..."
"Fine." She gave in. Not because he was using her own words against her, but because her legs had began to tremble and it was best that she and Pluto returned to help clear the party. That and the fact that right there and then Fiorella might have found someone. Someone she could connect with.
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