The story:: part one
OK here is the thing, I don't know any different language so when you see these, they will mean different languages...
[ ] that's going to be Greek
{ } That's going to be French
/ \ That's going to be Italian
:: :: That's going to be German
Marie Cardona.... Alisha = Italian
Alyssa Vardalos... Laura = Greek
Bella Lahey ... Virna = French
Cynthia Maria... Ashley = Italian
Ilse Hathl .... Danielle = German
Madison Barclay.... Cassie =German
Carissa Delancy.... Jessie = French
Iris Rapp.... Mary =Greek
I apologize for the weirdness, but i thought this would be cool. :-)
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/Please papa, I do not wish to leave Italy. \ Cynthia Marie was a young girl, no more then Seventeen, who lived over a winery, her father was an export of the best wine in all of Italy. Miss. Cynthia was a spoiled brat, and she almost got whatever she wanted, except now. She sat in the chair pouting
/The man who called is interesting in your work with the arts, you will do well in America. \ he kissed her cheek and sent her to pack for the new world.
/ Sometime i worry about our daughter papa. \
/I know mama, but she is a women now. We must let her go. \ Cynthia called her boy friend on the telephone to tell him what was going on. He was sad that she was leaving, but he wouldn't dare go against her father.
/Maybe i could see you, you know before i leave. \
/Of course, I love you Cynthia. \ Cynthia smiled and packed her things, she was leaving for America In one Day, she would arrive two days after. She would sneak out tonight and meet her Boyfriend, his Name was Georgio Pizzario. He was the most handsome man in all of Italy.
She meet him outside around the Grove, Twenty minutes later and headed for a small cafe, they would have on last meeting before she went away. / I never want this night to end.\ she looked into his eyes, tears almost escaped her eyes.
/It doesn't have to. \ He kissed her lips and she couldn't help but smile, she kissed him back...
The spring air was blowing that night cool, as the actions were anything but. Cynthia and Georgio lay in the field of grass. Kissing and feeling, loving every minute. Cynthia knew her father would never approve, but she loved what she was doing and nothing would make her stop.
He took her into his arms, his lips met hers and she took it all in. tongues collided, hands explored, and clothes came off. His muscles glistened in the moonlight, his perfect body only and outline in the moon lite night, and hers the same. There bodies were wrapped tangled arms and legs, backs arched, head were thrown back, and everything was calm. moving eased, and everything was as it should be, Peaceful.
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Across Town in a little dark shop a women dressed in Black sat in the kitchen holding a white sack full of valuables. / It was like taking candy from a baby, sir. \ Her father smiled and kissed his daughters cheek, her father was one of the best cat burglars of his time. but when he got sick she took over the business, it was the only way to keep the house and support her father, when her mother died she was raised by her father. He taught her the business, not that business.
/I have some news for you, I have decided to send you to America. \ her eyes shot up with a look of concern.
/ But who will take care of you? \
/I will take care of me, There is a job offer for you. I want you to take it. \
/But papa! \
/Don't Act like a child, I do not need to be Lectured Marie, now Go and pack! \ she sat down at first and looked into her father's eyes.
/I worry about you, is all. \
/Marie Go back, well talk more in the morning about your trip. \ She kissed her father goodnight and headed up to her room.
Maria packed for the trip with a heavy heart, This Seventeen year old girl was packing to leave her father. Why did she have to leave him so quickly? He was weak and he needed money to keep him in a home. what was she going to do?
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Earlier that night in a little French Cafe a women sat alone reading her Paper and drinking her red merlot wine. Her family ran the local cafe and she was aloud to relax all day if she wanted. She Loved living in France, she loved the busy streets and the friendly people, well they were friendly sometimes. { Bella would you like to help your mother in the Cafe please?} her father walked out onto the outside cafe.
{but Father, its my day off, you promised!}
{That's before this crowd, not get your apron on, and help your mama and me.} Bella placed her Paper down and finished her Wine in one sip, she hated it, just when she got peace her father would ruin it and she could sense one hell of a day. All she wanted to do was relax in the Arms of her secret lover, he was strong and brave and what a lover. Bella was known for her taste in men around the night spots, she would find a man and well she would party. Jello shots, Cocaine, you name it she'd do it, and anyone. But tonight wasn't a party night, nope she would get to relax in her own bed, and sleep one goodnight of sleep...
{What do you mean, why are you Sending me Away!} Later that night Bella sat at her mother and fathers Kitchen table, The Seventeen year old had just had her birthday, and she was being sent away. just turned seventeen.
{Me and your mother know about your nightly parties, Bella.} Bella sat down fussing over her pasta. {You have disgraced mama and me for the last time, It off to America!}
{Your treating me like a child, I am not a child!}
{You are our child, and you will do as you are told!} her mother finally interrupted, Bella slammed her fork down and headed for her room, when she opened the door her bags were already packed, they even packed for her.
{Bastards!} her mind screamed with anger, there was nothing she could do about it now, she would go to America. she would live there and party with the American's