The young and beautiful woman, now a woman, continued her courtship with the most wonderful man who could exist; he was truly handsome, kind, caring, detailed, protective, and loved to hold her hand. His thing was kissing her all the time; he was such a surreal man, and they both adored each other.
"How is the most beautiful pianist of all?" He asked and smiled after a performance of hers.
"Good, and how is the man I love most in the world?" She said, and he took the bouquet of roses that was behind his back and gave them to her.
"Now happier than ever, my little beautiful one, you really don't know how much I love you." She hugged him, and he kissed her with so much love.
"I don't know what I would do without you; I really don't know, my beautiful Regi..." She murmured on his lips.
"Let's go home; we have a date with heaven today..." She loved to lie in the garden watching the starry sky after every achievement, and he knew it and prepared a place for her for that: a blanket and several red roses around.
"Come on, love, sometimes I wonder, really, are you real, are you... so... Mine" She whispered.
"Completely yours, my little beauty, I would never make you suffer or anything like that." He promised.
"I'm a thousand percent sure of that, my love... My one and only true love." They both went to her mansion and went into the garden; there the scene awaited them; she lay down, and he, at her side, took her hand and kissed it. This man is too perfect.
When they were like that, the world would stop; the only person who had given her love was her father, and feeling his love made her so happy that it stunned her.
"I love you, my only princess..."
He said, Fiorella when she was lying in the garden, accompanied by him, she did not speak to her mother, she said everything in her mind, she did not feel comfortable; it was something so personal, she only looked at the ground, and he held and kissed her hand, placed a rose on her forehead and slowly lowered it to her lips and then kissed her.
That wonderful scene was watched by a pair of envious eyes that coveted Fiorella's place.
The owner of those eyes was, of course, Francesca; she desired that man, and she was going to have him, no matter what it cost; that was what she was thinking at that moment.
In their first year together, he gave her a rose garden in her room and a giant teddy bear made of roses; that man loved her, bought her a beautiful bracelet and organized a romantic dinner.
The love of these two young people was so beautiful, so real, so magnificent, so full of magic.
Fiorella's sister cultivated her hatred, and the humiliations toward the young woman did not stop; now she made them scold and punish her so that she would not go out with her boyfriend.
Beautiful Florence just cried, though her whole life had been like that.
Florence's mansion was beautiful, enormous; there was an impressive garden and roses everywhere; in one part of the garden, she had beautiful hidden sunflowers; they were her mother's favorites. Her name was Flora, and she adored flowers; she remembers her as delicate as a flower.
"Hello idiot, you're a fly on the wall, you live deceiving everyone with your innocent face, and you're rolling around with that one in the garden." Her sister told her.
"What are you talking about? That's a lie; he and I don't do anything wrong; excuse me." The girl said timidly, but her sister took her by the arm.
"Where are you going, you shitty bastard? I'm going to go to Dad and tell him that you're a shameless hussy." Francesca pushed Fiorella, and at that moment Milena appeared.
"What's going on? Why are you here? Why all this commotion?" Francesca's mother asked.
"I'm just reprimanding this slut, who was doing piggish things in the garden," Francesca said.
"You're as much of a bitch as your mother, walk with me, you damn, shameless girl." Milena spoke and took sweet Fiorella to the basement, threw her to the floor, and closed the door, then left the young woman crying in that darkness.
This was always the case, and her father did nothing because he hated and loathed her; he wanted to hurt her and make her suffer.
Yes, our sweet little girl's life was sad, very sad, but it was about to get worse; she didn't know all the suffering that lay ahead.
The young woman said nothing; when she managed to be without punishments, she enjoyed the company of her beloved fiance; there was no other man for her but him, he was her world, and when she was with him, it was all worth it.
"My little beauty, I was dying to see you; they told me you had a week full of commitments; did you miss me?" The young woman threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"I missed you so much, my love, don't let me go." She said, the kiss that broke out between them was beautiful, too perfect, like that beautiful relationship.
The years went by, and the man also began to enter the world of the mafia, alcohol, parties, everything came along, sometimes he did not see the young woman, and there they took the opportunity to lock her up, but he always kept her in mind.
They had been together for two years, and the happiness between them continued; their love was unique, and even Francesca's envy had no effect.
The envious woman seduced her brother-in-law and put things in his head, but he thought it was sibling jealousy and paid no attention, but everyone knows that doubt is the beginning of all endings.
The young woman continued her studies and became more beautiful, more determined, more perfect.
The beautiful young woman had known the man she now loves madly for almost three years; things were getting less and less; when she turned twenty, the wedding would take place, and Francesca would never allow it; that man would be hers.
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