Dancing To Happiness. Marisa Santi

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      <<I would say so!>> he exclaims smiling at me.

      <<I guess you’re tired... You better go and rest. Later, when I’ll come back home, I’ll make sure not to make noise to avoid bothering you.>>

      <<I’m not at all tired. I think I will arrange some things in my bedroom and then I’ll dedicate myself to read a book. I’m sorry for invading your space... You know, for the bathroom...>>

      <<Don’t worry, I can tolerate it>> I say smiling at him.

      Matthias is in his bedroom and throw himself on the bed thinking amused about Isabel’s exuberance and awkwardness. He is bewildered too by the many emotions of the day’s events. He feels attracted to that girl. He thinks back on the moment he saw her whirl. He would have stayed hours watching her while she danced. Since he met her piercing hazel eyes he could no longer look away from her. He is aware of her embarrassment. He feels attracted not only to her appearance but also to her vulnerability that she wants to hide by irony and self-confidence. He found her irresistible when she joined them in the living room wearing that cream dress that left her long toned legs uncovered. Isabel: a particularly beautiful face, framed by long brown hair with russet shades, big amber brown eyes, well designed full lips that contrast with the spontaneous and innocent expression. She has a toned body, a round and well-shaped bottom, generous breasts, narrow waist and curves in all the right places... Evidently, the sport has helped her to ensure that her body was modelled in the right places. Certainly she does not go unnoticed, everything about her is perfection and sensuality... Overwhelmed by Isabel’s thought he forgets for a while his problems and the real reason that has led him to move to Turin for some time.

      At the very thought that there’s only a wall to separate me from Matthias, it gives me goosebumps. Stop thinking of him! I have to recover and get a move on. I decide to wear a black dress that highlights my curves without being vulgar, black court shoes, a trace of make-up on my eyes and a bit of lip gloss, a few drops of J’adore, a last brush to my hair that I will let loose and, finally, I’m ready.

      The mobile phone starts ringing and, as expected, it’s Max who calls to advice me of his delay. He never succeeds in being on time!

      <<What happened to you this time?>> I ask him snorting.

      <<Forgive me, Isabel. I had a hitch, so unfortunately we can not go out together tonight.>>

      The reaction is an immediate retort <<And do you tell me it only now? Fifteen minutes before “zero hour”? Nice, we are back to the usual routine!>>

      <<You’re right to be angry, but my mother wasn’t feeling too well and she needs me, I’m sorry. I swear that tomorrow morning I will pick you up very early and first of all I’ll take you for a breakfast at the bar and then I’ll take you to the university.>>

      <<Okay, I forgive you this time too but for revenge tomorrow I won’t give weight to my shape and, since you will pay for me, I’ll eat whatever will pass under my nose. Don’t stand me up again! Now go to your mother and say goodbye for me!>> I say softening my resentment.

      I understand that this time it’s for a good cause, but it’s seriously hard to bear that he is constantly no-show.

      I leave my room, slamming the door involuntarily. I shouldn’t but I’m still very angry. It’s the third time in the last ten days that he stands me up. I’m so furious not to realize that my “gentleness” in slamming the door made Matthias leave his room. His eyes are on me and scrutinize me from head to toe. Why is he staring at me thus?

      Breaking the silence I say to him: <<Forgive me for the noise. But my better half has an innate and unbelievable predisposition to make me mad...>> he continues staring at me embarrassingly, practically he is devouring me with his eyes.

      I’m sure red-faced. Finally he decides to tell me something.

      <<No, do not worry about me. Tell me what happened to you, instead.>>

      <<Max stood me up again! And to say that I got cute for him.>>

      <<He will have no idea what he’s missing; you are beautiful!>>

      And after this statement I blush even more.

      <<Do you know what? Nothing goes to waste! If that’s all right, I’ll go out with you tonight.>> Matthias proposes.

      <<Of course, I’ll guide you around the streets of Turin!>> I answer enthusiastically, worried about the strange emotions I feel and about having to be alone with him.

      <<Would you like to go for a walk in the city centre and then to a pub for a drink?>>

      <<I’d like it! Just give me a few minutes to get changed and I’ll be right with you.>> he replies amused to have noticed my eyes on his sweatpants, winking at me. I blush, realizing that I was devouring him with my eyes too. Good heavens! This man would be really sexy even wearing a garbage bag.

      In the meantime I went down in the kitchen to drink a glass of cold water to recover and to dampen my ardour although perhaps I should swallow something alcoholic which could make me more uninhibited.

      I head towards the hallway and in the meantime I notice that Matthias is walking down the stairs to join me. He wore jeans, a black cotton T-shirt with v-neck and a leather jacket. He is to die for!

      He takes my hand and asks me if I’m ready to take him around. I nod and, breathing deeply, I start talking non-stop: <<I’ll take you by car to Piazza Vittorio Veneto that is one of the largest square in Europe and from there we will walk down the main streets of the city centre: Via Po, Piazza Castello, Via Roma and then we will get back from Via Lagrange to end up again in Via Po. Finally we will conclude our tour having a drink at Murazzi’s.>>

      <<Perfect, I trust you!>> he exclaims, amused by my sudden gift of the gab.

      We reach my car, a black Alfa Romeo Mito.

      Put aside shyness and broken the ice, I start feeling at ease. So, to speed things up and to know him better, I bombard him with questions about his home town and his private life. When I put my mind I’m really pushy.

      <<Sorry if I trouble you, but I wonder what the hell you are doing here in Turin, living in a beautiful city like Rome.>>

      <<I work>> he answers.

      Despite my court shoes are very tall, I managed to walk a lot and to follow the predetermined itinerary.

      Going towards Murazzi’s I point out Gran Madre Church and Mount of the Capuchins.

      <<Did you know that Turin is a magic city? Next time I’ll take you in Piazza Statuto. In ancient times it was the gates of the city, considered inauspicious, and out of this there were crucifixions. Because of its historical precedents it is believed that the square hides something evil, even it’s assumed that under the central flowerbed there’s the door to hell. Turin is the vertex of the triangle of black magic with London and San Francisco and also of white magic with Prague and Lyon. The exact point of the vertex of black magic is a small obelisk built in 1808 on a geodetic point according to trigonometric calculations and it’s placed in a flowerbed of the small garden.>>

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