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Amore and Pinot Grigio - a Guido la Vespa Christmas Tale [Guido la Vespa] (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) by Veronica Bell Page B
Authors: Veronica Bell
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leaving the room quickly. They did not look happy. Sigrid did the same, but forewent the nodding. Up in her suite, she burst into tears. This was going from being the best Christmas of her life to the worst, the absolute, no-competition, hands down worst. She showered and changed for dinner and was in the middle of towelling her hair when she heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” she said.
It was Sandro. “Hi,” he said, almost shyly. “Listen, I apologize for earlier. That was quite a shock.”
“Yes, it was a shock for me, too.”
“Look, Sigrid, I need to talk to you. It is very important, but dinner is being served in an hour or so, and I have to go run an errand first. So I just wanted to ask you to set aside some time after dinner and before midnight mass to come out for a walk with me. I need to explain some things to you, things I should have explained earlier today or even last week.”
Sigrid thought she would be sick. “Sure. See you at dinner.”
He nodded, looking grim and determined as he shut the door and left her there. Sigrid almost felt sorry for him. She could tell that he had no desire to hurt her. Feeling pretty grim and determined herself, she knew what she needed to do.
Chapter Nine
Sigrid arrived back at her B&B shortly after midnight—on Christmas Day in the very early morning. It was quiet and nearly empty—apart from Sigrid, just one couple from Sicily and the maintenance staff were there. The Sicilians had put a large candy cane on her doorknob with a Christmas card attached. That was sweet. Thank goodness I’ve got some of that Tetra-Pak wine Sandro holds in such contempt in my fridge, because man, do I need a drink.
She hoped Sandro’s lovely parents would be not offended by what she had done, but she simply could not stay and be dumped on Christmas Eve and then head off to midnight mass and sing “ Gesu Bambino ” and “ Adeste Fideles ” as though all were well in her world. Besides, it did not seem right to force Sandro’s family to deal with unspeakable tension for the rest of the Christmas season. They were such kind people and she was not that good an actress. Surely it was better for all involved for the break to be clean and swift.
While still at Sandro’s parents’ home, Sigrid searched the internet and found that the last Frecciarossa , or high-speed train, from Florence to Rome on Christmas Eve left at 10:30 in the evening. She also found that for an extra fee she could bring Guido la Vespa with her on the train. So, she booked a ticket and paid the extra fee and, with the help of online maps, found the fastest way from the Totti estate and vineyard to Florence’s Santa Maria Novella Station.
She wrote an apologetic note to Mr. and Mrs. Totti, assigning no blame to their son, simply saying that “under the circumstances” she felt it best to go back to Rome. She packed up her belongings, put on some clothes suitable for a whirlwind trip on Guido la Vespa and, with her best stealth gait, began to make her way downstairs. She heard Sandro’s parents talking and it sounded as though they were in the kitchen which, thankfully, didn’t give out onto the stairs or the sitting area. Sandro was out, as he had said, probably with Flavia. Sigrid felt ill even thinking about the possibility. The cousins lived elsewhere so all that was left for Sigrid to do was say good-bye to the cats. She saw them both sleeping in the sitting room, by the tree. “ Arrivederci, gatti ,” she whispered, giving Boris and Maximillia each a quick kiss between the ears. “ E Buon Natale .”
Then it was out the back door and onto Guido la Vespa. Then Florence, all decked out in Christmas beauty—she was almost tempted to book a hotel and stay a few days but decided that the risk of running into Sandro or his parents over the holidays was too great—and now Rome, her home away from home, but unfortunately sans Guido la Vespa.
For once she arrived at the station and checked
“Come in,” she said.
It was Sandro. “Hi,” he said, almost shyly. “Listen, I apologize for earlier. That was quite a shock.”
“Yes, it was a shock for me, too.”
“Look, Sigrid, I need to talk to you. It is very important, but dinner is being served in an hour or so, and I have to go run an errand first. So I just wanted to ask you to set aside some time after dinner and before midnight mass to come out for a walk with me. I need to explain some things to you, things I should have explained earlier today or even last week.”
Sigrid thought she would be sick. “Sure. See you at dinner.”
He nodded, looking grim and determined as he shut the door and left her there. Sigrid almost felt sorry for him. She could tell that he had no desire to hurt her. Feeling pretty grim and determined herself, she knew what she needed to do.
Chapter Nine
Sigrid arrived back at her B&B shortly after midnight—on Christmas Day in the very early morning. It was quiet and nearly empty—apart from Sigrid, just one couple from Sicily and the maintenance staff were there. The Sicilians had put a large candy cane on her doorknob with a Christmas card attached. That was sweet. Thank goodness I’ve got some of that Tetra-Pak wine Sandro holds in such contempt in my fridge, because man, do I need a drink.
She hoped Sandro’s lovely parents would be not offended by what she had done, but she simply could not stay and be dumped on Christmas Eve and then head off to midnight mass and sing “ Gesu Bambino ” and “ Adeste Fideles ” as though all were well in her world. Besides, it did not seem right to force Sandro’s family to deal with unspeakable tension for the rest of the Christmas season. They were such kind people and she was not that good an actress. Surely it was better for all involved for the break to be clean and swift.
While still at Sandro’s parents’ home, Sigrid searched the internet and found that the last Frecciarossa , or high-speed train, from Florence to Rome on Christmas Eve left at 10:30 in the evening. She also found that for an extra fee she could bring Guido la Vespa with her on the train. So, she booked a ticket and paid the extra fee and, with the help of online maps, found the fastest way from the Totti estate and vineyard to Florence’s Santa Maria Novella Station.
She wrote an apologetic note to Mr. and Mrs. Totti, assigning no blame to their son, simply saying that “under the circumstances” she felt it best to go back to Rome. She packed up her belongings, put on some clothes suitable for a whirlwind trip on Guido la Vespa and, with her best stealth gait, began to make her way downstairs. She heard Sandro’s parents talking and it sounded as though they were in the kitchen which, thankfully, didn’t give out onto the stairs or the sitting area. Sandro was out, as he had said, probably with Flavia. Sigrid felt ill even thinking about the possibility. The cousins lived elsewhere so all that was left for Sigrid to do was say good-bye to the cats. She saw them both sleeping in the sitting room, by the tree. “ Arrivederci, gatti ,” she whispered, giving Boris and Maximillia each a quick kiss between the ears. “ E Buon Natale .”
Then it was out the back door and onto Guido la Vespa. Then Florence, all decked out in Christmas beauty—she was almost tempted to book a hotel and stay a few days but decided that the risk of running into Sandro or his parents over the holidays was too great—and now Rome, her home away from home, but unfortunately sans Guido la Vespa.
For once she arrived at the station and checked
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