Authors: Beate Boeker
Temptation in Florence #1
by Beate Boeker
Copyright 2012 Beate Boeker
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"I've never seen such a sexy bride." Carlina stepped back and looked at her cousin Emma with a smile. "The gang will faint."
Emma twirled on her pearly high heels and checked her rear view in the mirror that went from the ceiling to the floor. Seventeen spotlights illuminated the white painted bedroom and showed the bride in full splendor. "That's the least I expect." She wriggled her shapely bottom in the skintight dress. "The sexiest bride of Florence." Her smile was triumph made flesh.
Carlina took the veil and held it up. It felt soft like a cobweb, and a faint trace of Emma's perfume wafted up to her. Probably Emma had already tried it on several times, admiring herself in the mirror. "Your new mother-in-law might have a stroke, though." She smiled at her cousin with affection.
"Why?" Emma slipped underneath the veil and adjusted the position with her fingertips. "Just because it's sexy?"
Carlina glanced at Emma's legs and swallowed her answer. The late September sunlight poured into the bedroom and shimmered on Emma's exquisite nylons. Her legs looked a mile longer today because the wedding dress was short enough to make everybody wonder why it had cost more than a month's salary.
Emma didn't notice her cousin's hesitation. "Can I go like this?"
Carlina nodded. "You're perfect." The family had been blessed with many good-looking women, and Emma had inherited the long legs and peachy skin, but on top of that, she had an energy about her that made her even more attractive. A faint feeling of melancholy grabbed Carlina. Emma was getting married. Things would be different now.
Why should they be different?
A voice inside her mocked her thoughts.
Emma will continue to live two floors below you, Lucio has lived here for months, and she will always remain your little cousin.
Don't become maudlin, just because it's a wedding.
Emma took a deep breath. "I'm glad I sent mother and the rest of the gang away. They would have driven me crazy."
Carlina nodded. "I couldn't agree with you more." She glanced sideways at her beautiful cousin. "But they were a bit huffed. I was surprised they obeyed, particularly Benedetta. I expected her to insist. After all, you're her eldest daughter, the first one to get married, and . . ."
"It's because I'm the bride today." Emma opened her arms and threw back her head. "Today, I'm the star."
Carlina suppressed a smile. "You're always the star, and I do hope your big day will be perfect."
"Of course it will!" Emma laughed. "Think of all the hours of preparation! I've thought of every detail. Nothing will go wrong."
A shiver ran through Carlina.
I hope the gods don't listen.
"Don't you think the house feels strange with the whole gang gone? It's never been so quiet."
Before Emma could reply, a ringing tone came from Carlina's black evening bag lying on top of the white dresser.
"Oh, no, not again!" Emma bent forward with one fluid movement and grabbed Carlina's arm. "Don't answer that. I think your shop assistant should for once manage without you. She has already called twice. Why does all of Florence want to buy underwear on my wedding day?"
Carlina gave her a reassuring smile. "It's the first time I've left Elena all alone at the store, and I said she could call whenever she has a question." She shook off her cousin's hand and clicked open the tiny clasp of her handbag. "We have plenty of time, so don't worry." With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out her phone and checked the caller ID. "Oh, no." She closed her eyes as if that would make it go away. "It's Mama."
"Don't answer it!" Emma's voice rose. "I know she will spoil my wedding!"
"Nonsense." Carlina shook her head and laid a calming hand on Emma's arm.
Emma is more nervous than she wants to admit.
"I bet she only forgot something." She pressed the green button. "Ciao, Mama."
She listened to the quaking voice on the other end. Her face twisted.
Emma frowned. "What's up? Why do you look so strange?"
Carlina made a soothing motion with her hand. Then she said, "All right. Don't worry. We're almost on our way. Ciao." She pressed the red button, threw back her head, and exploded into laughter.
Emma circled around her, too impatient to stand still. Her high heels left tiny imprints in the creamy carpet. "I didn't understand a word. What does she want? Why are you laughing?"
Carlina gasped for breath. "I was right. She forgot something."
"What?" Emma placed her hands on her hips. Her red mouth pulled down at the corners.
Carlina took a deep breath and said with relish, "She forgot grandpa."
Emma's mouth dropped open. "She forgot grandpa? How can she do that?"
Carlina shook her head. "I have no clue. It seems he didn't want to join her for the hairdresser and the manicure this morning, wasn't even dressed yet, so Mama decided she would leave without him but forgot to tell me." She started to laugh again. "That's so like Mama."
Emma flattened out an imaginary crease on her skirt. "She's not normal, that one."
"No one in our family is normal." Carlina gave her a cheerful smile.
"I don't know why you look so happy about it." Emma twitched her veil to the side and glared at her.
"No?" Carlina's smile deepened. She opened her mouth, but before she could say something, Emma interrupted her.
"No, don't tell me. I don't want to know." She looked at the mirror once again. "When did you say Uncle Ugo would come?"
Carlina checked her wristwatch. "In twenty minutes."
Emma sighed. "I wish he could drive to our door."
Carlina grinned. "If you hadn't insisted on the biggest limo to be rented in the whole of Italy, he could have done just that. As it is, you will have to walk the few steps to Via Ghibellina. He said he would wait in the car."
"I still think he could have tried."
"So do I.” Carlina made sure her voice sounded ironic. “It must be great fun to squeeze a limo through a historical street that was created long before cars were invented. But who would have paid for the scratched paint on both sides of the limo? You?"
Emma pursed her lips. "You're not supposed to be nasty to me on the day of my wedding. Now let's go." She turned on her high heels and sashayed to the white door. "I just hope grandpa has dressed in the meantime."
"You forgot to pack your makeup into your handbag." Carlina held up the slim rectangle in glittering gold. "Why don't you do that, and I'll go downstairs and get grandpa ready."
Emma pulled her finely plucked eyebrows together. "I hope grandpa will hurry. What if he takes one of his sudden ideas into his head and--"
"Don't worry; all will be fine. I promise." Carlina pushed Emma in the direction of the bathroom, a modern wonder in black with spotlights hidden in the floor. "Pack your stuff. I'll take care of grandpa." She slung her evening bag over her shoulder and left Emma's apartment to go downstairs. As always, she put one hand on the polished wooden railing because she loved to feel the smooth surface and enjoyed the way it led her in soft curves from the top of the house to the ground floor, passing all the family apartments. Today, she also used her other hand to gather her long evening dress and hold it up. The staircase smelled of beeswax.
Benedetta must have polished it yesterday.
Carlina took a deep breath.
The bells of Santa Croce chimed the full hour. Carlina stopped for an instant on the landing and listened. How often had she heard the bells chime; how much their sound was part of her life. She loved this house, her home. For as long as she could remember, it had been special to her, first as a child, when she had come with her family during the long summer vacations, and later, when they had moved to Florence after the death of her father. A pang went through her.
I wish he could celebrate with us today.
After all these years, the pain had lessened, but from time to time, the sharp feeling of loss jumped at her without warning.
She pushed the thought away and forced herself to descend the worn wooden stairs a bit slower than usual so she wouldn't trip in her high heels. The rustling of her dark-red dress made her feel festive.
I've never seen Emma so nervous, but maybe that's normal if you're getting married. I hope she'll be happy with Lucio. He's so . . . fierce sometimes.
. But then, Emma isn't a mellow dove either. She'll be fine.
She arrived on the ground floor, turned to the left, and knocked on the green wooden door. When she didn't hear a sound, she knocked again, louder this time. Without waiting for a reply, she took out her key, turned it in the lock, and pushed the door open. The apartment was stiflingly warm and smelled of grandfather's peppermint drops. As she went through, she called out, "Grandpa! It's me, Carlina. Are you ready for Emma's wedding?"
He wasn't in the sitting room.
Carlina frowned. "Now what?"
I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek with a nervous cousin and a disgruntled grandfather.
She opened the door to the kitchen and froze.
Emma's heels clicked behind her on the crooked stones that made up the floor in the old house. "Carlina, is he ready? We have to go."
Carlina stared at her grandfather, slumped in his chair, with his chin sunk against his still chest. His eyes were wide open. "He . . . he's not ready." Her voice spoke all by itself. It sounded devoid of all feeling.
Emma came up. "He has to hurry. I'm not willing to be late for my own wedding, just because--" She stopped mid-sentence, grabbed the door frame, and screamed.
Carlina twisted around and grabbed her arms. "Shh. It's all right. Don't scream." Her whole body quivered from shock.
Emma pointed a pearly painted fingernail at their grandfather. Her hand shook. "He's dead!" Her shriek reverberated through the old kitchen.
Carlina gulped. "Yes. He's dead." Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry." A feeling of sorrow and helplessness swamped her.
"Sorry?" Emma narrowed her eyes. "He has destroyed my wedding!"
"But Emma," Carlina laid her hand, suddenly cold, on Emma's arm. "It's not his fault."
"Not his fault!" Emma stuck her hands on her hips and stared at her grandfather with clenched jaws. "I'm not so sure. He always got me into trouble, always."
Carlina stared at her. "That's not fair. Of course he was a bit unusual sometimes, but . . ."
"Unusual?" Emma rounded on Carlina with such a vicious hiss she took a step back. "Don't you remember the time our dear grandfather was supposed to collect me from hospital and didn't show up? He said he had to worship the sun that day because it had come out for the first time in weeks. That was the sun-worshiping period. I stood in front of the hospital for two endless hours, thinking my family had forgotten me. Don't you remember that?"
Carlina bit her lips. "I do. But please, calm down now. We have to--"
Emma interrupted her, "And the day we were supposed to leave on vacation, all together, and he made us jump out of the train at the last minute because he felt a bad vibe on the train? That was the vibe-feeling period. Don't you remember that?"
Carlina searched her cousin's face with worry. Her cousin's violent reaction perturbed her.
"Do you remember the bad vibe period?" Emma's voice became louder with each word.
A small smile escaped Carlina at the memory. "I do. It was the period I liked most." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm going to miss him so much."
Emma threw her a look full of contempt. "And now he dies, minutes before I get married. It's unbelievable! He was fine this morning, fit enough to tell me my wedding dress is way too short."
Carlina caught her breath. "Do you mean . . ." she had to swallow before she could continue, ". . . something's not right with his death?"
Emma made an impatient move with her hand. "No, of course I don't mean that. He's seventy-nine, for heaven's sake. People his age die all the time. I just wish he hadn't chosen this exact moment!" She stamped her foot.
"He couldn't help it." Carlina wiped away the tear. She opened her handbag and pulled out her phone with a shaking hand. "I have to call Mama."
"No!" Emma pounced on her and took the phone away.
"But Emma!" Carlina stared at her, nonplussed.
Her cousin pressed her lips into one determined line. "He won't destroy my wedding." She emphasized each word. "I don't accept it."
"But . . . what do you want to do?" Carlina lifted her hands. "We don't have a choice. I mean, he--"
"We'll leave him as he is."
Carlina's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"It doesn't make a difference if he dies today or tomorrow." Emma lifted her chin underneath the veil.
Carlina blinked. "You make it sound as if it was a matter of choosing."
"But it is." Emma bent forward and took Carlina by the arms. Her dark eyes glittered. "Today, his death is inconvenient. Very inconvenient. Tomorrow, he can die as much as he wants. Tomorrow, I'm on my honeymoon, far away in Africa, where he can't bother me."
Carlina didn't know if she should be scandalized or laugh. "But . . ."