@FubsyThe tears had finally ceased, but still the pain remained without end in her chest. Daniella sighed looking around the empty parlor of her home. Not a soul to be found, not a voice to be heard, only her thoughts to accompany her...her bitter...painful thoughts of Max. Such a lovely place...and yet so barren inside, an exact mirror of her heart. There was no furniture at all, no fluffy couches or chairs, not even a table, just an empty room...and one polished black grand piano. Perhaps that's what she needed, a bit of music, a bit of song to ease her weary nerves and soothe her wounded heart. She sat at the piano, softly her frail, dainty fingers gracing the smooth ivory keys. Usually, she would practice off a sheet, but now...of all times...she felt like playing something...true, something from the heart.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then...
it happened.Without even thinking her hands moved gracefully across the keys, each note Daniella played filled with every ounce of her musical passion. The melody she composed from her heart resonated throughout the room, but only she would hear it...or so she thought.
As if to punctuate the end of her lovely yet melancholic composition, a knock came at the door. She stopped, her hands slipping away from the piano, and stood. Daniella wasn't expecting to have visitors at this hour; she figured it was either her parents or the maids...but then again...why would they knock? Then...another thought. What if...what if...
She wasted no time then, picking her dress up just a tad, so not to step on it, and briskly pacing over to the door, a soft, genuine smile trying to creep across her lips. The very thought of opening the door to see him before her, to finally have the chance to tell him of her honest feelings, oh such joy it brought to Daniella...but such joy...she wouldn't have sadly as she opened the door to find...not Maxwell...but Marcella.
~"M-Marcella...hello."~ Her voice was still a bit scratchy, evidence alone she had been weeping inconsolably, and if that wasn't enough, her mascara was still ruined and her eyes flecked with sore veins of red. Dammit all...she must've looked a mess in front of the lovely Italian.
~"What are you doing here?"~