The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 29

Emily

"You've been waiting for me?" I asked. Looking at the woman, I had no choice but to admire her beauty. It might've been the way she presented herself, or the sundress which hugged her body—but there was just something about her.

I could tell she had never had a worry in her life, other than which designer bag would match her outfit for the day.

What struck me the most was not her beauty, but the way she had been involving Naty. It was both heartwarming and worrying because I couldn't understand why.

Giulia pulled me into a welcoming hug. "I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep, sweetheart."

"Not at all, ma'am," I replied, trying to match her big smile.

"Giulia, please," she corrected me.

"Giulia."

"Now sit. You have to help me eat all this food," She guided me to a chair. I sat down and looked at the plate in front of me, filled with eggs, toast, fruits, and much more I wasn't going to try and pronounce.

My mouth watered at the sight, and I mentally kicked myself for having gone to the mall for food when I could've been eating this all along.

Little Melody suddenly stood up, and grabbed Naty's hand. "Come on, I want to show you some new paint Gian bought me!"

"I want to see!" Naty followed her new friend, leaving me alone with Giulia.

"Careful, Melody!" Giulia called after her. "Don't let that poor girl trip!"

Then she looked back at me with a grin. "Now we have some time to talk."

Talk?

Talk about what? I felt my palms turning sweaty. Talking was never a good sign.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, hesitantly.

"No?" Giulia spoke. "I was wondering if I was in trouble since you haven't come to visit me at all."

"Oh, my bad," I apologized. "I just didn't want to bother you. That's all."

Ever since my arrival, I had been trying to play it safe. For now, Giulia seEmilyed kind, but I didn't know whether it was sincere or just an act. Why would someone of her status be so cool about her son, the heir to the family business, planning to marry some maid.

"It's okay," Giulia beamed. "I heard you visited my favorite boutique? Some of the women who think they are my friends told me," she giggled, covering her mouth. "They're all very curious about you."

"I did go there. There was this dress I wanted to buy for Naty," I responded, purposely ignoring the part about the nosy people. As long as I ignored it, I could pretend like those stares didn't happen.

"I really like Naty," Giulia brushed her long dark waves to the side. "I hope you don't mind her calling me grandma."

"Not at all," I reassured her. To be honest, I was worried. I worried about Naty becoming too attached, and I didn't know for how long Alessio had been planning on keeping us here. It would only be a matter of time before we would had to return to our old lives.

"Also, I wouldn't mind more grandchildren!" she continued. "It has always been my dream to become a grandma, and by the way these sons of my have been moving, I had expected about ten by now." she opened her arms, disappointed. "All these women walking these stairs, yet nothing, can you believe that?"

"No Ma'am—I mean, Giulia." I corrected myself, awkwardly playing with the fork and the food in front of me. "I can't believe it."

She had a point.

Giulia leaned her chin in her hand as she quietly observed me. "You're so soft-spoken, timid, humble, different from the brat my husband forced upon Alessio, or the women he usually goes for. But I like it."

"Thank you, Ma...Giulia."