Grooming a wife (Susurus&Kililia ONLY)

[Kililia]

Lorenzo Agnello had taken over the business world. In his younger years he would buy business that were going bankrupt and turn them around and made fortune. During one of these meetings at a companies family parties, he noticed a picture of a young lady. Too everyone disbelief, he demanded offered a marriage proposal to this young woman that caught his eyes.

Lorenzo found the name if the young lady, Elena Carnicelli, she was age of marriage. He was pleased to have found out that she went to a private girl school taught by nuns. She appeared to never had even date to known any experience out of a sheltered life which promised a nice traditional wife. He decided to make a date with her to break the ice before the wedding, meeting at a cafe that stood before his work office.

He noticed her arrival as she wore a yellow, summer dress and only 4'11 . Her long raven hair in a pony tail as she looked quite anxious as she was guided to his table. She gulped as she replied quietly: " ....I...I....am ....Elena Carnicelli "

 

[susurrus]

Lorenzo waited for the girl to arrive. He was nervous. Meeting someone new always was. However, she'd never know it.

There was an age difference. Not vast, but enough. He'd seen her in a graduation photo in a friend's home. The other two he knew, but he'd never seen the third before.

"Oh, that's Lena Carnicelli," was the answer when he inquired. "Gino Carnicell's daughter. You know, the candy guy."

The girl was just out of college. Without thinking, he said, "I want to marry that woman."

Instant laughter. "Funny, Renzo. She's almost half your age. And you don't even know her. She might just hate your guts."

He was adamant.

So, he'd contacted her father. Explained his intentions. Lorenzo's reputation preceded him, so her father consented to the meeting.

When she arrived, he was surprised. She was quite short. At 6'2" he'd tower over her, but that wasn't a concern. She was well-formed, with dark, dark hair pulled back.

When she introduced herself, he stood and held out his hand. She followed him all the way up, eyes wide. Finally she recovered and took his hand. Hers disappeared into his, but they shook and finally sat.

She was a nice girl. He was sure she'd open up more once she was used to him. Now, though, he was a stranger. A stranger who wanted to marry her. He could tell she was extremely intimidated by him and the situation.

"You know why you're here?" Renzo asked.

Elena nodded.

"You can't speak? Please, let me hear your voice."

"Yes, sir," she responded quietly.

"Come now, volume up to at least seven."

"Yes, sir," she repeated, more strongly, but less confident.

"That's better." He reached over and placed a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to meet his. "There we go. You have gorgeous eyes. Don't deny them from me."

Elena smiled slightly, brightened a little by the compliment, but still extremely nervous.

 

[Kililia]

Elena wasn't sure how she could find him both attractive and terrifying at the same time. She never been on a date and it felt odd. A shiver ran down her spring as he lift her chin as he spoke to her. No man ever spoke to her in such a fashion. She nervously step back as she realized people were staring at them. She nervously looked around and back at him:" ummm..perhaps..best...we ...sit?"

 

[susurrus]

Renzo motioned to a table, stepping over to pull a chair out for the hesitant young woman.

As she sat, he motioned the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine.

When he sat across from her, he told her, in not unfriendly tones, "What did I tell you about denying me those pretty eyes?"

 

[Kililia]

Elena looked at him:" I don't drink" *hesitated* " I'm sorry..I'm nervous..."* Gulps as she ran her nervous hands over her dress*

 

[susurrus]

Renzo found her shyness chamring.

"No need to be nervous. I'm not going to bite... Well, at least, not until we get to know one another better." He smiled at his joke, but she didn't seem to find it funny.

When the bottle came, he told the waiter, "Get the lady something sparkling and non-alcoholic, if you would, plase."

He took her hands in his. They were ice cold.

"You're safe here. You're safe with me. I know this is probably way out of your element, but don't be afraid." He spoke softly and as soothingly as he could. It seemed like with every word, however, she shrank just a little bit more.

 

[Kililia]

Elena raised an eyebrow at his bite joke, she wasn't fully sure what it meant but it sounded dirty.
She gulped as he took her hand and wasn't sure what to do. She slowly try pull her hand away from his as she felt all eyes were on her...

 

[susurrus]

Renzo felt Elena try to pull her hads out of his. He let them go. She looked like a rabbit trapped by a fox.

Their drinks came. He wasn't sure what hers was, but it had bubbles.

"What are you afraid of? Please, talk to me. What can I do to make you more comfortable?"

 

[Kililia]

Elena sipped her drink and smiled before looking at him;" I'm just nervous around new people, please don't take offence"

 

[susurrus]

Renzo nodded his understanding.

"I see. Well, while I always enjoy meeting new people - especially ones as pretty and charming as you - I suppose I can understand being guarded when meeting someone new."

He took her hand once more. "I hope I won't be new for long."

During this time, neither had looked at a menu. However, now, ne picked his up and gave it a glance.

"I hope it isn't too stereotypical, meeting at an Italian place like this, but they have excellent food here. I can personally vouch for the manicotti and braciola."

 

[Kililia]

Elena decided best to let him hold her hand as she did want to start a fight. She looked up at me:" do you mind choosing for both of us?" * Smile*