Little Italy, the story of Arianna, Nik and Tonio E-Book

Elisa Rossi

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

“Little Italy the story of Arianna, Nik and Tonio”, by Elisa Rossi, is a story originated from the figure of Arianna. She is an Italian woman, daughter of a man of honor and heir of the future of her Family. Her figure, which shines in every page, will seduce a young American actor, Nik, who will go crazy for her. But Arianna guards more than one secret and the presence of Nik makes her realize that in her heart there is room for just one man: Tonio. An articulate plot, which has been divided by the author into 60 parts, giving the reader a double end. The songs, chosen specifically for each part, frame the storyline, which goes through a complex love story and is blended with some elements of an engaging action novel.

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Index

LITTLE ITALY, THE STORY OF ARIANNA, NIK AND TONIO

PART 1 - At first sight

PART 2 - Arianna meets Nik

PART 3 – Arianna’s honor

PART 4 - Arianna and Nik’s first dance

PART 5 - Nik falls in love

PART 6 - Arianna fights against her feelings

PART 7 - The first truth between Arianna and Nik

PART 8 - Nik’s jealousy

PART 9 - The old and the new Nik

PART 10 - Nik fights against his feelings

PART 11 - Arianna’s rage

PART 12 - Arianna and Nik’s overwhelming kiss

PART 13 - Arianna comes back to Italy

PART 14 - Arianna in Italy

PART 15 - Nik’s bare heart

PART 16 - Nik’s rage

PART 17 - Love games

PART 18 - Nik’s deep feeling

PART 19 - Arianna’s secret

PART 20 - The love between Arianna and Nik

PART 21 - Arianna’s farewell

PART 22 - Arianna’s escape

PART 23 - The women of my Family in Italy

PART 24 - Arianna and Vittorio in Italy

PART 25 - Arianna’s plan in Italy

PART 26 – Nik meets Vittorio in Italy

PART 27 - Nik’s plan in Italy

PART 28 - Arianna and Tonio in Italy

PART 29 - Nik’s honor in Italy

PART 30 - Nik in my country

PART 31 - Nik’s determination in Italy

PART 32 - A trap for Arianna in Italy

PART 33 - A trap for Arianna in Italy... the conclusion

PART 34 - Nik’s bravery in Italy

PART 35 - Tonio’s secret love

PART 36 - The truth in Italy

PART 37 - Danger in Italy

PART 38 - Tonio and Marco in Italy

PART 39 - Nik comes back to his country

PART 40 - The Irish thoroughbred

PART 41 - The son’s hug

PART 42 - Arianna’s awakening

PART 43 - Tonio’s self-control

PART 44 - Illusions and surprises

PART 45 - October’s sun

PART 46 - Almond and pistachio cookies

PART 47 - Retained passions

PART 48 - The dark lion

PART 49 - A God’s man

PART 50 - The red ribbon

PART 51 - The cowboy hat

PART 52 - Walking in the fog

PART 53 – The indigo dress

PART 54 - An unexpected encounter

PART 55 - Arianna’s guards

PART 56 - (Nik) The wisteria pergola

PART 57 - (Nik) Arianna’s armor

PART 56 - (Tonio) Love whispers

PART 57 - (Tonio) The amethyst and pearl earrings

PART 58 - (Tonio) The promise

PART 59 - (Tonio) Buonanotte, mia bella!

PART 60 - (Tonio) The love between a man and a woman

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Hi everyone!

I’m Elisa Rossi and the title of the book I wrote is “Little Italy, the story of Arianna, Nik and Tonio”.

I’m 38, I work as a secretary at a medical office and live in Coriano, the village of Marco Simoncelli, but, above all, I’m Ulisse’s mum, a marvelous 6-year-old kid. 

My book is dedicated to him and to our beautiful Country, which is Italy. 

I anticipate that both the protagonist and her only male son have many aspects in common with Ulisse and me, as many events and characters’ features have a direct reference to some of the events of my life, even if I wrote them in a fictional way.

The story takes place in the United States, Rome and Sicily, and the storyline is characterized by the lives of the three protagonists, their reactions and the consequences these encounters have on each of them. 

Few, or even very few, are the female characters who appear in my story, as the main theme, which I wanted to develop with this novel, is represented by fatherhood in terms of becoming a father, being and behaving like a father, or pretending to be one.

I willingly omitted detailed and lengthy descriptions of landscapes, places and characters, in favor of the passionate feature of narration.

Why?

Because, as a matter of fact, what I wrote, rather than a novel, could be defined as a fiction book. Arianna, the protagonist, is a scriptwriter. The book is divided into 60 parts, each of them is very short and characterized by a song; pieces by Ennio Morricone and John Frusciante, or by Mina and Bryan Adams or even the Star Trek soundtrack!

Tonio is the name of a famous and successful fiction character and just watching this show, as a viewer, listening to the songs I liked and thinking how I wanted the plot to develop, gave me the idea to write this book.

Arianna! is a name of Greek origin, which refers to extreme purity, as she, following a mythological red string, is bound and binds to herself the men of her life: her son, her father, Nik, the American actor of the same age of hers, and Tonio, her father’s right-hand man, who saw her growing up.

A color, a shape, a scent and a piece of music threw me into a reality, those of the lives of the three main characters, everything echoed spontaneously in my mind, and I have just described it.

Now I will tell you something about Gianluca, Andrea and Alexandra.  Who are they?

Well, my art collaborators.

The author of the picture on the book cover is Gianluca, I chose one of his pieces, which is the excuse for the encounter between Arianna and Nik: Italian coffee.

I asked Andrea to paint a picture, which you can see in the book and which would represent the essence of the plot. Alexandra took a picture of the two works for editing.

If you would like to meet them or ask them any question, you will find their contacts in the book.

Why should you read my book?

Well, it is a dynamic story, easy to read, and there is much good music to listen for the first time or to listen again. And much more!

My aim has been to spread the same emotions I felt when I was writing it. For this reason I get always excited when the readers tell me they found it engaging, intriguing and that they felt part of it.

I won’t wish you only a pleasant reading... but a good view too!

Elisa Rossi

Little Italy,the story of Arianna,Nik and Tonio

To my marvelous Country, Italy, and to my son, the little great Ulisse

“So, Cyclops, no weak cowardit was whose crew you bent to devour there in your vaulted cave - you with yourbrute force! Your filthy crimes came down upon your own head.If ever any one asks you who put out your ugly eye, tell him your blinder was Odysseus,the conqueror of Troy, the son of Laertes, whose address is in Ithaca”(Odyssey, book IX)

PART 1

At first sight

“Moon River”, Andy Williams

Do you remember, my love, the first time you have noticed me?

I had just arrived at the airport, a stranger in a foreign country, and I was waiting for my guide, looking round for him.

My attention had been captured by a lively group of girls who, more and more excited, flocked to the escalator uttering funny sounds. What was this fuss about? And who were they waiting for? Then you appeared.

“It’s all clear now!” I said to myself “Let’s see if here the encounter between a star and his fans is that different from Italy. I am so curious, I didn’t think this would be my first chance to observe this big hosting country.”

While I was still waiting for my guide, I had placed my light and basic luggage on the table chair of the café and took my coat off. For this occasion, I decided to wear a fresh pastel-colored dress that softens my figure and reflects my desire to turn every working experience into a pleasant meeting occasion.

I took care of my look, without overdoing.

The first impression would be positive, of this I was sure, but I wanted my future co-workers to be more interested in my personality rather than in the brand of my clothes.

A kind yet impenetrable deep personality: this was the unconscious message my look and my behavior would arise.

I ordered a coffee, the first one outside the Italian borders. Well, the airport wasn’t really the best place for this kind of experiment, but it was easier to order one.

At last, I saw my nice and easy-going guide running and holding his mobile in his hands. You knew him, because while you were showing off with your fans, you greeted him in the typical way all attractive men do.

You wanted to stop him and talk for a while, but he made you understand, by pointing at his watch and phone, that he already had another engagement.

He must have made some other gestures, which I missed at that time, because you followed him with your eyes to see who the “engagement” was.

I had answered his phone call and told him where I was. He had to come up a flight of stairs to reach me and you spotted a woman standing up. By glancing around, I caught you looking at me with curiosity and I turned immediately away.

My guide boldly kissed my hand and took a seat next to me.

You were trying not to get caught, while signing autographs and smiling at your fans, and glancing at me absent-mindedly.

Your friend invited me to leave the airport to taste the most aromatic coffee in town and, to your great amazement, he took my coat and helped me wearing it.

I was following your movements from the big mirror in front of me, through which, right before your fans and your agent captured your attention, our dark eyes had met for a long and intense moment.

PART 2

Arianna meets Nik

“Summertime”, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

“This city is marvelous at night, simply marvelous.

Maybe it's the music my guide has put on in the background? It must be so.

Maybe it’s the elation to meet new people and see new places? For sure, but there is more than that, something I don’t want to admit, some kind of feeling I’d rather deny”.

These were my thoughts, while sitting in the car that was taking me to the place where everyone was waiting for me.

Lights, billboards, people of every kind and standing. I was observing this city with discretion, a city that was generously giving me everything and nothing at the same time.

I let my hair down to make that sober and classy dress I was wearing look less austere. I knew all this was part of my job goal and what I would say, and how, would be strategically important. But, looking around and letting myself being carried away by that music, I decided to spend a nice evening, an evening just for myself.

Your participation in the project would be made official within the next few hours, but you would not be present at the hotel. My guide was telling me this.

“When someone gives unasked details, there must be something behind” I was thinking while he was getting out of the car to open the door for me.

“Hey, dreamy scriptwriter, don’t lie to yourself! You perfectly know where this fascinating euphoria is coming from”.

I had to focus on my goals. So, hushing the voice of my femininity, I touched my glasses’ temple with my hand, making that usual gesture that returned my concentration.

I had left my simple and colored eyeglasses next to my laptop, on the refined desk of the bedroom where I was hosted.

My eyes were free and reflected my inner climate. I have never fancied wearing sunglasses.

Anytime, I could have looked like the purest or the most enigmatic soul, without the help of dark lenses.

Those lenses are usually worn by men, especially when looking for a prey. But it’s a pity that most of the times, as soon as they take the sunglasses off, their charm and mystery dissolve.

But not you. That’s why I was so troubled. The shiver I felt while thinking of your gaze meant I was under your spell. I had forgotten the power of attraction.

A wide staircase separated the ballroom from the hall of the impressive and panoramic hotel floor. It was impossible to pass unnoticed, but it was part of the game, and that night I was feeling like a skilled gambler. Without fear, I let my guide walk me into that arena of inquisitive critics, eager to hear new gossips, who crowded the ballroom.

I was smiling, kind and well mannered, with naturalness. I had already identified who was wrongly thinking that flattery and easy compliments could have darkened my judgment. Yet, I didn’t make it shine through. I was considering the situation and I didn’t want to lay my cards on the table yet, it wasn’t the right time.

A hand suddenly appeared from behind my back and was offering me a glass of wine, Italian wine of course, which had been bought for this occasion.

I turned myself to thank and to refuse.

«May I return this morning’s kindness?».

Well yes, I had gotten up early that morning, I fancy working in the first daylight. From the window in front of the desk I could see the ocean and the wonderful rose garden of the house owner.

I had decided to take a break and treat myself to a good coffee. I had brought my coffeepot from Italy along with coffee powder. The kitchen staff was watching me with curiosity during the preparation and when the aroma was slowly spreading in the room, I had poured some coffee into their cups. In few minutes more people from the staff had come to the room and I had made coffee for everyone.

They were smiling, relaxed, while sipping that dark hot drink. Suddenly, they had all turned serious hearing the voice of the boss, who was approaching the kitchen with someone else.

To avoid any awkward situation, I had put quickly on the tray the sugar bowl and two cups of hot coffee, and getting close to him, I had said:

«How many sugar spoons?».

And you, crossing the threshold, had replied:

«Three, please».

My forehead and eyebrows showed naturally some kind of disagreement for that excessive quantity of sugar.

Despite explaining my disagreement resulting from my Italian habits, I had put as much sugar as you requested.

And you, receiving the cup from my hands, and staring at me, had added:

«I love drinking very sweet coffee, miss...?».

This is how we had met each other.

PART 3

Arianna’s honor

“Tango Santa Maria”, Gothan.

«I don’t drink, but thank you for your kindness».

“You were not supposed to be there” this was saying my accelerated heart beat and the sudden lump in my throat.

«An Italian girl who doesn’t appreciate wine? Don’t tell me you don’t eat either pasta or pizza? You’ve just arrived here and you’ve already been influenced by the bionic obsession for diets?

Or you’re just a God-fearing woman, chaste and innocent like your pretty dress? Hey John, hang on, I’m coming! What were we talking about? Oh yes, are you a saint then?».

What an arrogant man, what a conceited desire to be in the limelight!

Damn, I blushed with anger but, luckily, you couldn’t notice it.

You were confident of your charm, playing the role of the “Casanova”, as we would say in Italy.

“Well, ok, let’s play then” I thought while I was calming down to answer as you deserved.

After all, you weren’t as self-confident as you were pretending to be. Your actor mask had no effect on me. I could see the character, but I was peering at the man. I knew you would lose that sly smile of yours right away if we had played “Who’s going to get hurt first?”

Men like you were usually attracted by women like me. A burning and uncontrollable fire would overwhelm you and you would see me as your “Holy Virgin”. But then, that fire would turn into a match and I would become an enemy in your eyes.

And I, and I... no, I didn’t want the usual empty dynamics to happen. You should fancy the project to the point that, perhaps, you would become infatuated with your job partner, as it usually happened on the set.

«I notice with satisfaction that, besides coffee, you also fancy Italian wine, which had the power to turn you from a polite discreet guest into a euphoric and disrespectful performer. Anyway, your wit surprised me. Yes, I’m quite of a saint, considering that in such an environment I believe I’m the only one who doesn’t smoke, drink, use Botox or drugs just for the pleasure of deceiving time and one’s own conscience!».

My prompt and sharp reply, expressed with a smiling face, left you confused for a second and I took advantage of that moment to join my partner in the dance.

PART 4

Arianna and Nik’s first dance

“Sway”, Dean Martin.

John had joined you and was introducing you to a gorgeous girl who, thanking you, took the glass of wine it was meant to me.

Your manly pride was prevailing and you walked away out of my sight. My guide wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was extremely polite and nice.

In the short time of a dance he made me smile again and I was ready to join the big decisions’ table.

Talking, understanding and, above all, being able to listen.

Listening was essential to breach into the interlocutors’ mind and heart. All men and women seated at the big decisions’ table were staring at each other. I was about to reach my goal.

You came back again into my sight, having fun while playing the “Casanova” role with a group of women, yet I could feel your gaze on me. You wanted me to notice you.

“How typical! Troubles in sight! Stop quivering and get out of here right now. Get some fresh air” suggested the voice of my femininity and I decided to follow the advice. So, when you were back towards, I left and at a fast and light pace I headed to the wide terrace.

“Breathe, breathe slowly” I didn’t cross the whole ocean to fall in love. “Just think, concentrate. You are reaching your goal!”.

I noticed how every detail in the hotel was so elegantly refined. On the contrary, exaggerated luxury, like any other kind of excess, annoyed me.

As it usually happened, I had a new idea for my project but I needed to jot it down, before it could fade away. Intuitions were precious.

I had reached the quiet area in front of the dance floor and I was waiting for someone to bring me pen and paper. On the counter I was leaning on, a glass had been placed, again from behind my back. It was just lemon juice, but the glass shape and the way the slices of that Sicilian yellow fruit had been arranged were so nice I couldn’t help but smile. I turned and I was sure it was you:

«You shouldn’t have bothered!».

But, instead, it was the waiter who, along with the drink,

gave me a note written by you:

“Even the sourest lemon, when sweetened with sugar, has a delightful taste. Shall we start again? Welcome to this party, Miss. Would you

please join me in the ballroom?”

I asked the waiter for a pen to jot down my intuition on the back of the note, or at least what was left of it. Then, I put it in a safe place.

A famous song of the 50s was being played, old Dean’s

mellow rhythms and sounds.

While I was thinking this could be another joke from you, I found myself with an arm around my belly that, skillfully, made me turn. You were a talented dancer, I wasn’t expecting that.

I was trying to keep an acceptable distance, while you on the contrary were getting gradually closer and closer. Feeling the warmth of your skin and the scent of your neck, a very nice smell, I realized I had crossed the line. Luckily, old Dean rescued me.

The song had come to the end, so I could distance myself from your grip.

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