In the quiet room on the second floor of a restaurant, Beatrice poured soup for Serena and said, "The soup is very good. I used to like to come here before I went to South City. Sometimes I would call Cristian who would go with me. But after I went to South City I could no longer drink the soup here. Today thanks to you I can come back here."
Beatrice gave her the soup and Serena took it with both hands.
-Thank you, Aunt Beatrice.
Beatrice smiled and said, -Don't be so polite. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Where have you been for five years? How have you been? Why haven't we heard from you?
Serena sat with the soup in front of Beatrice and put her spoon in the soup. She slowly responded to the words.
-Aunt Beatrice, I have been abroad learning design for five years.
-Learning design? It is a very good career. You seem to have changed a lot in these five years.
Serena smiled and didn't know what to say.
She had thought Beatrice would eat with her. There was no shortage of food. When Beatrice had called her, Serena had come over without hesitation.
-Serena..." Beatrice said a familiar name. It was familiar and strange. Serena felt like she was calling someone else.
Serena, this name...
It was already a very old story.
After calling Beatrice heard the problem and said with a smile, "When I was in the hospital room, I heard Cristian call you Serena, did you change the name?"
Serena nodded and said, "Serena Gallo is my old name. Now my name is Serena Giordano. Aunt Beatrice can call me Serena if that's okay with you."
-Giordano? How are you related to the Giordano family?
-Matteo Giordano is my brother.
Hearing this information, Beatrice was surprised and looked at her with a very complicated expression.
She had already looked up the origin of this girl and first she was Gallo's daughter, now she was from the Giordano family? Was there really a secret about the origin?
Well, it was not very important.
Beatrice nodded and said, "Now I understand. That's why we didn't get the news that you changed your name. How have you been all these years? Not bad, have you?
Serena smiled sheepishly, -Yes, not bad.
When she heard her answer, Beatrice could not hold back her smile.
-In fact, you don't need to tell me. I know you have a good life. It is more than good. But did you know that Cristian has suffered these five years?
Serena could no longer smile and looked at Beatrice calmly.
-I am his aunt. I have never seen him like that. He doesn't seem to care about anything. For Cristian except his mother I don't know who he cares about. I am his aunt, but I am not indispensable to him.
Beatrice, -.
-You have to understand what I said.
Serena replied, -Aunt Beatrice can you say it more clearly.
-Ok, I will say it clearly: when did you see Cristian?
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Very boring...she is actually just dragging and dragging..no one is so stupid as the female in this story...