Bride on the run...

In pain, Giada dragged herself back to her room at the Hotel Nettuno. Luckily, she had a cold pack in the fridge. Her ankle was already swollen and looked twice as big as normally, and it was getting bluish in color. She limped to one of the two sofas. Her hotel room was more of a suite and even had a small cooking place as well as a huge fridge. It also had a separate bedroom. Actually, it was rather an apartment for travelling businessmen, but still, it had been affordable. Maybe because it was on a small side street to the sea side promenade and it was not located as close to the ocean as certain other Hotels. Giada didn't give a shit about the location, the price was right which was all that mattered and in this case, the Hotel appearance might not be very spectacular but still quite luxurious. She groaned, her ankle hurt like hell. She put the cold bag on her ankle. She couldn't risk seeing a doctor; he might ask questions she didn’t want to answer or ask for a passport she didn't possess. Hopefully, nothing was broken. She could have slapped herself, because she had escaped from the coffee shop like a headless chicken when Keanu spoke to her, and after that, she had been in deep thoughts when she ran into that blond guy's truck. Then another shock was when she had looked at the guy. He looked extremely familiar. She had no clue where she had seen his face before, but in her situation, every common face was a potential danger. She lay down and switched on the TV. Then she closed her eyes, the background noise of the TV had a soothing effect on her. She would try to sleep a few hours and hoped that her ankle would feel better when she woke up, the next day she’d think about her next moves, either was she looking for a job, or she'd try to leave the island. She had not decided yet. She was almost asleep when she got aware of some information on the news on TV. Two attorneys had been killed in Palermo. Hearing their names had her sit up in Horror, which she regretted immediately. Her temple pounded like a sledgehammer; she might have hit the head somewhere while she fell. She didn't remember exactly. Crap. The pain ebbed away, and she concentrated on the News once more. She knew the two dead attorneys.

They were two of Daddy's attorneys. It looked as if her husband-to-be hadn’t taken it well when he found out that his bride had run off. She could cross out Sicily from her list. There was no going back. This meadow was definitely grazed, to the roots. Exhausted, Giada closed her eyes. She needed some sleep and tomorrow she’d have to take a decision - how her life would go on from now on.