The Bodyguard's
The Invitation from St. Petersburg

Quickly, news of Carlo's victory spread among the loyal followers of Nikolai Volkov. Those who have even been abroad, welcome with joy the news of the death of Viktor and all other men. The coronation party was about to take place, in the four-story mansion that became the headquarters of the Red Wolf Clan.

Earlier, the Grigori who had arrived in Russia had ordered several people to clean up the sprawling building. He spent a lot of money to make the palace which is a historic place to look beautiful again and also risky as before. All kinds of wild plants and moss that make the place look like a haunted house, has been wiped out until it is not left. Now, the Red Wolf headquarters again showed its beauty and splendor.

"How are you preparing?" carlo asked as he gathered with Grigori, Igor, and Ivan.

"Preparation is already ninety-nine percent completed. We just need to check the small business," said Igor who is in charge of being sexy busy in big events later. He was also assisted by Ivan who was always loyal to be a connector of his steps.

"I've ordered the best menu for the banquet. So is the drink ...."

"I want Du Fontaine," Carlo interrupted immediately as he stared meaningfully at Grigori.

"Du Fontaine?" repeated Grigori. The middle-aged man was bearded. "All right," he said later. "Are you also going to invite Mr Marco de Luca and Mr Adriano D'Angelo to this event?" ask the man again who seemed to give an offer to Carlo.

"I'll think about it later," Carlo replied as he moved from his seat. He intended to pass from there, but before long immediately stopped his steps and turned his head back. "When are you going to bring my mother here, Grigori?" tanyakanya.

"Before the party is held, Madame Fabiola I will make sure that it is in this palace, young master," Grigori replied confidently.

"All right." Carlo nodded. "Don't forget, I want Du Fontaine. Also, give an invitation to the brand owner. I hope he's willing to come, 'cause he doesn't like parties." After saying so, Carlo proceeded to step out of the meeting room. He left his three seniors who only looked at each other.

"Du Fontaine?" Ivan scrunched his forehead.

"Yes. It is one of the famous wine brands in Italy and several European countries. However, I think it is not only because of the pleasure of drinks and famous brands that are the choice of young masters" Grigori explained.

"Then?" Igor and Ivan asked simultaneously.

"Later you two will find out, too" replied Grigori who made the curiosity in her two partners become even greater.

Miabella was busy in front of a computer screen. The girl was checking the incoming email. All this time, Miabella did not have an assistant or anything like that. He is in full control of everything related to the estate, including the offer of cooperation or the order of wine. Be it raw materials or processed products, namely Du Fontaine.

It was a sunny afternoon in spring, when Miabella got a large order of wine from the St. Petersburg, Russia. Miabella then immediately contacted her business partner Vlad Ignashevich. He confirmed the order, and requested that Vlad immediately send the wines to the place of the customer, since the consumer had paid off the entire payment.

"I'll pack it up soon. You don't have to worry. Quality and safety are the main of this product, so it can get into the hands of the customer," Vlad said shortly after he listened to Miabella's explanation.

"Goodoo. I entrust everything to you, Vlad," said Miabella, "i'll send you the full address later" the girl said before hanging up the phone with her business partner.

Three years have passed. Miabella has overcome her heartbreak. The girl channeled all the negative energy that had imprisoned her on the job. The more he felt busy, the more he forgot about all the pain. However, it is undeniable that Carlo's shadow still can not be completely separated from the memory.

Miabella is still often pensive on her own, permeating all the beautiful memories she and the owner of the blue eyes had passed together. Just like that afternoon. The eyes of the beautiful girl were always fixed on the path of the plantation, on the green grass that had somehow been grown and trimmed to change with a new one. No one knew that it was there that he and Carlo for the first time, united themselves in a bond that brought them closer and more inseparable.

Momentarily, Miabella's daydreams ended. He immediately turned his eyes away from the plantation area. "Lake in," he said.

Luciella, who is still a waitress at Casa de Luca, entered with a large bunch of white lilies into the room. "There's another delivery for you. This is so incredible. The one who sent this flower must be happy" said the girl as she placed the flower on the table.

"I'm tired of receiving the same flower delivery every day" said Miabella, who now looks much more mature in her appearance. The girl began to take care of herself and also paid great attention to appearance. Her long hair is beautiful. Brown and looks very shiny.

"Did I have to throw it away this time, Miss?" asked Luciella who looked doubtful, considering the flowers she had just received from the gatekeeper were very beautiful and also in large quantities.

"As far as you go" said Miabella indifferently. "If you want, please take it."

"I'd better keep it as a room decorator, than it should be thrown away" Luciella said. He then reached into his large front pocket. From there, the girl picked up the red paper. The paper is similar to an invitation card. "This is for you, Miss." Luciella thrust the object to Miabella who did not immediately receive it.

"What's that?" miabella asked while watching the red card.

"I think it's an invitation card for you" Luciella said.

"Let's just put it on the table. I'll open it later," I'll tell Miabella.

Without saying much, Luciella obeyed the lady's orders. After that, he immediately bailed out from inside the room.

Miabella stood by the glass window. However, the girl could not contemplate lingering there, because of the ringing sound of the phone that made her feel disturbed. It was a call from Mia. Inevitably Miabella had to answer him immediately. If he ignored it, then Mia would definitely fly straight to Italy to check on her condition.

"Pronto" said Miabella.

"Hi, honey. How's it going? It's a beautiful spring. Has Vlad come to Casa de Luca yet?" Mia immediately flocked her daughter with a series of questions.

"Vlad is busy in St. Petersburg. We got an order there" Miabella said. She knew that the mother expected more from her closeness to the Russian business partner.

"Ah, what a coincidence then," said Mia sumringah.

"What's a coincidence, ma'am?" miabella asked while linking her eyebrows.

"Adriano got an invitation from someone in Russia. We don't know who it is. However, after coordinating with Marco, it turns out that he also got it too. Adriano thinks maybe the sender is a businessman or. One thing is for sure, this weekend we are going to St. Petersburg. Adriana will also be coming. So, I hope you're in. Think of it as a family vacation. We haven't been together for a long time." Mia ended her speech in a hopeful tone.

"Come on, ma'am," said Miabella doubtfully. His pair of eyes were then fixed on the invitation card on the table. "I also got an invitation card, but I don't know from anyone because I haven't checked yet." Miabella then went to the table next to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Without stopping his call, he opened the card. It appears the writing of St. Petersburg in it.