The Bodyguard's
A Prophecy

Miabella stared cynically at the man who was already standing next to her. He did not distract her at all, until the man threw a charming smile. However, immediately the eldest of the two brothers threw away their faces. Moreover, after the girl saw a pair of blue eyes that were staring with admiration at her.

“Inside much more crowded and fun. Why did you choose to be alone here?” ask the man with the man bun hairstyle. He uses a stiff Italian accent. Apparently, the man is not from pizza country.

“Nothing,” Miabella replied briefly and without turning her head at all.

“My gaze was immediately on you, from the moment you came to the party hall,” said the blond man again. “Red dress that looks very beautiful and striking. However, unfortunately you choose to hide in the dark of the night.” I don't know what the man meant by a posture that was not much different from Carlo.

“Sorry. My mother always told me not to talk to strangers,” refused Miabella. He held the edge of the dress and lifted it up a little, until the end of the expensive clothes did not block his steps. A pair of crystal-studded shoes Miabella wore also looked shiny in dimness. The girl just left, without any further ado.

While continuing to step inside, Miabella's mind was fixed on Luciella. This was exactly what the girl had predicted last night. Either it was just a coincidence or it was something that was planned.

Miabella shook her head slowly. He continued to step in and return to the crowded party hall. The girl decided to grab a drink, then stood in the corner of the spacious place. He wants to get out of there. If there used to be a figure of Carlo who made him survive to linger in a boring party, now he can not find anyone who can make him stay longer.

Intentions want to escape from the party arena, but he must immediately undo. Adriano's voice has been able to hold the beautiful girl in the red dress. Likewise with someone who was near the middle-aged man. The figure that made Miabella again fixated and looked at her quite sharply.

“I want to introduce you to my eldest daughter,” Adriano said with a warm smile. He turned to the man next to him, then turned to Miabella. “I hope you're not busy, Principessa.” Gently, the man spoke to the princess.

“No, Daddy Zio,” says Miabella slowly.

“Good then,” reply Adriano. “This is lord Vlad Ignashevich. He's from Russia. However, it is currently doing business in Italy. Isn't that so, Mr Ignashevich?” Adriano turned to the man with the same posture as himself. “He is one of Marco's colleagues. However, Mr. Ignasehevich turned out to be very interested in the de Luca wine business. So, I think it would not hurt if I introduce you,” explained the chairman Tigre Nero with full authority. Once again, the man threw his smile at the princess.

While the blonde-haired man earlier, did not release the gaze at all from the figure of Miabella. He smiled, then extended his hand. “How are you, Miss de Luca?” answer it politely.

Miabella, the girl is not Adriana who will be friendly to the person she just met. He did not immediately return the handshake offered by Vlad. Miabella just looked sharply at the man earlier. After a while, the owner of the gray eyes extended his hand.

However, apparently Vlad did not want to invite Miabella shake hands. The man grabbed and then kissed the back of the princess' hand Adriano continued. What Vlad did, of course, made Miabella uncomfortable. Not wanting to let the foreign man continue to hold his fingers, immediately Miabella pulled and placed her hand beside the body. “I have to go back. Excuse me.” Miabella just passed by, leaving the two men cross that age.

Adriano could only breathe out softly in response to Miabella's cold attitude. “Sorry. My daughter is an introvert,” said Adriano who felt bad for Vlad.

“Not a problem, Mr. D’Angelo. I can understand it. We can get acquainted at another time and opportunity,” Vlad reply while sharing a warm smile.

“Miabella has been like that since she was a child. However, basically she is a very pleasant girl,” Adriano said again.

“Hey, why are you guys here” scold Marco. “Let's join there. I'll introduce you to another colleague of mine,”, take him to Adriano and Vlad. The two men agreed. The three then walked towards the place where there were some neatly-tuned men who were talking.

“You must be familiar with Mr. Adriano D’Angelo.” Marco introduced the husband of Mia to his business friends with pride.

“Who does not know Mr Adriano D'Angelo? The clan de Luca and the Tigre Nero organization now seem to be a single entity. You will never be defeated if this is the way,” said one of Marco's colleagues.

“I don't think anyone would dare to challenge these two people,” said Vlad who had just been silent and paying attention.

“Ah, I forgot." Marco rushed up to Vlad and clasped his shoulders tightly. “This is my new friend from Russia. Vlad Ignashevich's. He was a brilliant young man in business. Perhaps some of you are interested and want to work with him,” explained the father of two handsome young men, namely Romeo and Tobia.

“Ah, you look much younger than us,” another Marco colleague said. “Tell me more about yourself, Mr. Ignashevich.”

The long-haired Russian man smiled and began to warm the atmosphere with small talk. He also told about some of the business sectors he was in.

"I'm going to open a winery in Italy. I heard that the wine from the estate of the de Luca family is the best. I'm one of Du Fontaine's fans" Vlad said at the end of the story.

"I've told you that the one in control of the estate right now is my niece, Miabella. You can submit a proposal of cooperation to him" Marco said.

"Open the way for me" said Vlad

Meanwhile, Miabella chose to return to her room. He rushed off the heels, and let the shoes with the beautiful design carelessly. Miabella rushed towards the sink. He poured a lot of washing soap, then rubbed every part of his hands. The girl's face looks restless, especially when she remembers the words of Luciella: “The blond man will also always follow your steps, even more loyal when compared to his own shadow.”

“No! It was just a coincidence!” Miabella washed her hands long enough to feel like she was doing something silly. After that, the beautiful girl in red dress was staring at herself at the mirror reflection. He looked at the face and everything on him with strange eyes.

“Carlo ...” his sigh slowly. It was always that name that was in the heart of that beautiful girl.

No different than Carlo. The man is also doing the same. He had just finished washing his face. Half-bent, Carlo placed both hands on the left and right sides as a pedestal. “Miabella ..”

A very heavy longing whack a Carlo. This sacrifice was too great for him. If he could not succeed in the mission of reclaiming the power of the legacy of the father, then he felt that all of it would only be something in vain. “I have to stay focused,” said the handsome man. He again convinced himself to stay on the initial intention of his arrival in Russia.