Emma's POV

I was about to pick it up when Diego got the phone from my hand. "We don't want it to be your last day. No one picks up her phone if it says, Cristiano. Go...and, pass this phone to her."

I walked to her but didn't find it good to disturb her moment when she was getting her pictures clicked. I walked to her only when I thought it was fine but until then the call wasn't there anymore. "Miss Larson,"

"What?" She asked with a little annoyance but then smiled looking at me. "Mr Lucca was calling you."

"Is he now?" She asked back and I shook my head. "Then...leave, and, listen...I am not going to talk to him. Cut the call if there will be any,"

"Sure thing," I replied and got back to Diego.

At night we got a very drunk heiress back. And, I didn't want to be judgmental given I only get to know her. And, there was a lot I might didn't know, right? I couldn't judge her.

"So, this is it...I guess." I smiled at Diego once Miss Camilla retired to her room.

But I found Diego saying. "No, I say you stay here. She has seen you. She can ask you at any moment." I blinked at him. "Excuse me,"

"She is drunk and you won't be called for these eight hours so I say you get some sleep. And, pull yourself before she wakes up. I will see you here at seven in the morning,"

I don't know but I had to be home. "I will be here at seven in the morning. But staying here..."

"It does say in your contract that you will stay wherever Miss Camilla will live. So, it ensures your complete availability." I wonder if I get to that part. Maybe not or I must have known.

"But..." I tried to say something but Diego smiled. "I am your boss here. And, I say you remain on the first floor in one of the bedrooms. Keep your intercom on. And, your dress on the sofa that you can get into in two minutes to reach Miss Camilla if she needs any assistance."

"I...I didn't know...I might need to get my stuff."

"That we will see...but right now go and get some shut-eye." He asked one of the maids to show me the room and it was only when I was getting into mine I found Diego getting into the one on my right. Though he didn't spare me a glance it didn't feel right.

For the next two days, I was torn between Camilla's whims where she would either want me to hold her bags or Diego's remarks. Though I can tell his clues were helpful. Maybe he meant help and didn't want someone new at my place for him to do the training stuff all over again.

Unlike Diego had been pointing I was never asked at night. Until tonight when I got a call at five in the morning. I ran to Miss Camilla's room for the first time. And, the moment I noticed a huge portrait of Cristiano and Camilla on the wall I realized it was his room too. I would have noticed anything else but Miss Camilla's fuming body got my view. Diego and the butler seemed to be telling Miss Camilla that the doctor is on his way. And, I who noticed the doctor first whispered, "He is here."

It seems that her nail got into a door. Diego and I called a few stylists and booked an appointment for six in the morning. Bernie in his robe was a little out of my understanding. And, nobody seemed to be taking notice. So, I kept my silence too.

The day ahead was a lot calmer than the old ones. Miss Camilla wanted to arrange an intimate dinner today because she was positive that Mr Lucca was going to join her tonight. And, it felt good. It was the first time I noticed her talking about Cristiano. I made the reservation the way Miss Camilla wanted.

It was six in the evening when we were standing at a restaurant. Miss Larson was waiting for Mr Lucca and I smiled. She was into him.

I was standing beside Diego when I got a notification on Cristiano. It says he was travelling to Italy but what caught my eyes was the reason for his travel. It says here he was going to marry Shan tong, the daughter of a famous businessman tycoon. I put my phone back and didn't react.

"You know you are supposed to tell her this," Diego who I suspect caught me reading that article spoke and I could already see myself getting fired.

I looked at Camilla and she seemed excited. I can say she was looking forward to this dinner. "So,...he isn't coming. No, he can't do her bad."

"It's just news. Maybe fake. Let me confirm," Diego called someone and I hoped it was fake. I was so looking forward to having a glimpse of Cristiano too.

"He has indeed left for Italy. They don't know why," Diego said getting off his phone.

"Oh god,...what to do now?" My heart dropped to my stomach. I could get fired.

"You will go there to break it to her. The whole news..." I can tell if I reveal it all she will fire me. But I walked ahead and started. "Miss Camilla?" She got her eyes at me and I didn't make her wait, "It seems Mr Lucca has left for Italy for some business."

"What? No, he...he promised me...or he broke his promise. Fuck!" She seemed to be heaving for a moment before she flipped and threw the plates on the floor.

We left after her but the entrance was swarming with reporters. I wonder if they could smell that Camilla was here. The reporters were quick to throw all kinds of questions and were not letting Camilla take a step. I did my best to stay close and push a few who were trying too hard.

I could tell she was appalled by the situation a little. When we got into the car I noticed her hands shaking. She was indeed having a fit. She threw the phone in the car and yelled, "Where is he?"

"Miss Camilla, I have tried contacting Benjie." I tried but she roared.

"Fuck Benjie, Tell them to get a plane ready. I will leave for fucking Italy now!"

I boarded that plane too with Miss Camilla because Diego informed me it came under my responsibilities. I so wanted to read that two hundred pages long contract now. But hardly had any time for myself. We were to be given our visas on our arrival because we were the staff of one of the most famous Italian families. Though I didn't want to say it it was quite awkward seeing Bernie accompanying Miss Camilla in her private chamber on the plane too. Maybe Diego was waiting for me to ask but I didn't question. I wasn't here to question anything. I was here to assist one of the wealthiest ladies.

Our plane landed and I followed Miss Camilla closely given how much she had drunk already. It was four in the morning for my US watch. I didn't know what time it was here though I could see it was a little after the morning. We were making our way out of the airport but all of a sudden I noticed Miss Camilla running. And, catching her in the act I noticed him walking out of his range rover.

I stood still. He had a white suit on, his hair was gelled perfectly and how the guards came out from the cars following him made everyone else stop too to stare at him. He kissed Camilla the moment he got his hands on her. I don't know why I heard something breaking in me. I know it was stupid but I hated how I couldn't tell him what he meant to me.

But soon I noticed Miss Camilla pushing him. "Are you marrying Shan tong? How low you will go to impress your dad? What am I, Cristiano? What do you think?..." She started punching him and I took a few steps in their way but refrained to make a move. "I am not marrying anyone, relax."

His voice,

"What do you mean not anyone...you will for sure marry me one day?"

"Of course,..." But before he could say further Camilla cut him.

"Then ask me now...I know it's your fucking father behind this trick. I want you to marry me. In a...in a month...we...are either getting married in this month. Or there is a breakup Cris..."

"Oh god, you are not serious...you deserve far more than what we can arrange in a month. Why...not the end of this year?"

"No...Cris...I don't think I can afford any more blows from your dad. Either you..."

"Come on, relax...you know I can't see you worked up. You want a wedding. I will give you the wedding of this century by the end of this month. So, Camilla Larson...look at me and tell me you will be my wife until all comes down to its bits." I saw the adoration in his eyes for his woman. And, I don't know what I felt in my chest. And, it makes me wonder about myself.

"Yes,...I do...we will do it, Cris...here in Italy...in your father's home."

"Now don't pick the venue without me. Have you eaten anything? You look wasted." He kissed her temple and motioned her into the car.

Diego was the one to get me out of my reverie and I followed him in the second car after them.

"Guess our stay will be long in Italy. Have you been to Italy before?" Diego asked me and I nodded my head a little, "Yea,...I was born in Italy." But then I blinked wondering how I let it slip.

Somehow this little Emma is related to Julie in a way. Can you guess how? Not the blood relation though.