Chapter 5

Her violet eyes were a bit startling for Alessio he has never met a pair of such beautiful eyes. Ever. Those eyes were the very pit of beauty. Mesmerizing, that's what he thought.

But for her the story was different. She was an absolute lover of nature. She found his eyes as mesmerizing as he found hers. She thought that he was somewhat more closer to nature than she was.

"Ametista" so was the lure of her eyes to him that he speaks something when he meant to say something else. The confusion in her eyes brought him back from his virtuality of fascination.

(Amethyst)

He cleared his throat and corrected himself "It's alright, Perdere. Don't sweat over this trivial matter of stuck Gardenias."

(Miss)

Understanding marked her light lavender eyes and perfect brows. "So may I know what blossoms would you like to have in your bouquet, good sire?" She asked with a fine smile that resembles a woman of sophistication referring to her king.

Alessio fell in the thought of what to say. For he wasn't here for a bouquet to gift, but just to enjoy the company of this girl or much more simply just to watch her. But the wheels of speculation turning in his mind forced him to speak a false thesis of him gifting flowers to a woman as beautiful as her.

She didn't blush or remove her gaze from his, he was astonished as women easily melt with such compliments. Though he hardly gave those to anyone. He didn't need to as women fall to his feet automatically but he has seen his brothers using these type of punchlines and women maddeningly blushing and flattered to the level of the sky.

But she didn't. He pondered on thought has she come across this often? That she is immune to it. Or had she already been taken? His eyes moved to her fingers no ring either.

The girl hummed a simple hmm and moved to the bushes of different fragrant flowers. Alessio followed behind. "Mind if I have your name to designate, Perdere?"

(Miss)

"Amara, Amara Heathyst Verman. Mind if I ask what you addressed me with right now? I'm not very good with the diversity in languages."

He inwardly smiled she was friendly in a different way. Just to the limit. She introduced herself with her full name, she took pride in her name. She was the one who won't shy away just because she was insecure or didn't like the name her parents gave her.

"I heard you speak foreign words when you oh so gently collided with me, how must I believe your not as you say 'not good with the diversity in languages.' " he cleverly nailed the question.

"Gentleman, how may I address you? As it seems fair that I must know your name for you have mine hmm?"

Smooth, very smooth for a girl who looked as frail as her. Turning around the question so easily.

"Alessio Luchesi Genovese" he put his hand forward to shake it with the young miss.

He did it almost unconsciously since he was never the one to make moves first. He always awaited the opposite party do move first and then turn the tables on his own accord.

He wasn't hiding away his name either there was nothing to hide. He was an open book to the world.

A book whose language was not known to the world.

Just that the world doesn't know the language written, so it was all the same.

Since unlike other riches, other millionaires and billionaires he wasn't in the spotlight. He wasn't on the front pages and covers of the internationally infamous tabloids every week.

Paparazzi or media doesn't know much about him or his family. They were a mystery for them and to the world.

Nor that they care since inside somewhere they all knew something was off about that family something doesn't fit in the puzzle, the world knows it.

And this time they did a good job of staying away from it. Not getting themselves into something that could probably destroy them.

They weren't scared talking about the dictator which was a ticking bomb. Kim Jong, the dictator of North Korea. But they were scared of the Genovese's.

They knew that they rule the Genova, their family has since about decades ago.

But now it was an old talk. And they ignored or probably forget, until and unless a Genovese shows up somewhere.

Any source of that communication that can make them as popular as a celebrity or probably can make them one was banned from as old as the time of magazines and interviews of business tycoons came to a point of trending inspirational spot.

The Genovese's paid every year to the well-known magazines and media channels to not bring them into highlights, ignoring them as ever known legacy billionaires. And they all did some out of fear of their mystery family and some out of thought probably their family hated being in the spotlight.

"So?" She stopped walking and he stopped following her, though his eyes followed the movements of her displaying the large long array of beautiful vibrant flowers but they all still somehow seem too dull compared to spark in her eyes and the shine in her smile when she mentioned those flowers name and their meanings.

"....and this here last little one is Calla Lily symbolizes magnificence and beauty. White Calla lilies combine these two attributes with purity and innocence associated with the colour white to make it the perfect choice of flower in a love proposal."

The first thought that came to his mind was 'Oh! Believe me, mia bella the only little one here is you.'

The second and last thought that came to him was if she thought he was here for a bouquet, for he was proposing some lady she was very highly mistaken. It was anything but that. He mentally let out a sinister laugh.

He was a cruel man and his malevolence didn't sit well with something as frail as flowers or something as humanly as love.

"No I'm not looking for any of these," he said calmly looking completely at her. It was certainly clear to any sane body that he was certainly talking about him not wanting any of these but only her.

"So anything, in particular, sir?" She asked in a clashing calm tone with both hands clasped together awaiting his response.

It was then his eyes moved away from her when hers landed on him. And roamed for the first time on the joyous shades of blossoms.

"Indeed something in particular." He said intensely looking at her again while she was furrowing her brows and checking out her flowers, again and again, wondering why doesn't he liked her flowers? She never encountered a person saying there isn't a flower in the shop which doesn't match their desires.

He smirked knowing he made a lasting impact. He made her keen on him. Seeing the girl so jested on flowers looking at them as not some bunch of part of nature but as her own child, that would make her definitely anxious over how can someone not like them.

"I would rather prefer Pansy, Periwinkle, Freesia, Brunnera or Larkspur (names of flowers representing friendship, the start of love, with the same colour) " he made his choice known to her.

"Aah! So you want hues of blues eh?" She said as if it dawns upon her right now that she might not have blue flowers. She took a soft twirl to look at the aisle of flowers and the wide realization look and smile fell from her face seeing she did have just a few numbers of blue lilies left with her.

They were off season blue lilies that were rare to find in this season. Who would not love to have winter season flowers in summer then why didn't he? But she shrugged and moved to another side, making her way inside of the shop making Alessio follow her.

"I see you want to have varieties of blues...I get it you must follow me."

"Not precisely cara mia..." He left his statement hanging off the loop seeing the confusion.

"You want Cara lilies? They were out there but not in blue" He sighed he definitely not meant flowers, even now by saying 'not precisely ' neither did he meant 'Cara lilies' by saying cara mia.

She definitely was a naive woman and unaware of foreign languages for real.

He perceived she was not one to open up to a stranger which he was. But just for the time being. He swore soon that'll change for good.

And before any of that, he would give a warrant to his spies to search for the language she spoke except for English. Just for the clearance, she isn't a threat to him. Better be sure than be sorry later.

"Anyways here are some of my precious ones. Here is-"

"Pardon me Ametista but what I meant was not with the colour of flowers...what I meant, what I want was flowers representing a start of love-lovely friendship" his lips curved a little into a rare smile which he hardly ever gave and explained.

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