love and obesession

Trudy Ford, who an ordinary baker was not the romantic type, never was interested in having relationships. She preferred to live as single and to lead a happy life with her family and friends. So, when this Italian man, a handsome, dark, blue eyed man who has been coming to her pastry shop for a week had confessed to her, Trudy had to gently reject him. As nicely as possible.

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"Ah, forgive me, Mr. Caivano. I don't see you that way," Trudy quietly said. She couldn't deny she felt quite bad for the heartbroken man, but if she never loved the man in the first place, how could she accept his feelings? People inside the pastry shop were wordlessly staring at the scene from the corner of their eye. The atmosphere was somewhat cold as if something bad was going to happen in the near future.

"But, cuore mio, you don't understand," the man said in a pleading voice. He was clutching both of her hands tightly, entwining their fingers like a couple would do. "I can give you anything you desire, I shall shower you with eternal love like no other man. Let me court you, Trudy. Or...perhaps, you need some time to think, yes? To think about me, us."
With a sad, apologizing smile Trudy gave one of his hands a gentle squeeze, and ignored the anxious stares directed only at her. It was essential to reject this man properly, to make him understand she was off the limits.

"No, Mr. Caivano," she shook her head, few strands of black hair fell before her eyes. "I don't feel the same way like you do. Truth to tell, I'm not looking for any relationship. Not now, not ever. So, it'd be best for you, if you try to move on. Forget about me. Because, I know you will find someone better than me, a mere pastry chef, Mr. Caivano."

An assuring, cheery smile she offered him, hoping her speech might help him feel better a bit. But, the man's face was blank, void of any emotion. Gently he let go of her hands and without any other word, marched out of the pastry shop.
Trudy watched through the window's glass, as there were at least five black cars outside. In one of them he got in. Everybody, customers and staffs, sighed in relief after the cars had drove away. But, the suffocating silence still remained as if people were afraid to speak up, that was until a blonde chubby boy of twelve years opened his mouth.

"I don't think he took the rejection well," he said, sitting at the counter.
"He needs to accept it, Titus," Trudy replied.
"Sis, you do realize that you just rejected Faustino Caivano aka 'Faust', boss of La Cosa Nostra? The Sicilian Mafia."
Trudy slightly gulped at the name.
'I know that.'

The news of her rejecting the Don of Mafia spread like wildfire. Trudy wasn't surprised. The peaceful town she lived in was small in size and with the booming business she had, everyone knew her by her mere name. Fortunately, the brief presence of Faustino Caivano today and his confession in front of everyone didn't affect Trudy's business. But, some customers were eager to hear the incident from her mouth, as today the pastry shop had been more crowded than usual. Some of her customers advised to be careful.

Trudy, exhausted and hungry, met the sight of her fuming father in living room, after she had stepped inside her house. Titus was sitting attentively beside him, brown eyes glued to the TV's screen.
"Papa," Trudy began, knowing perfectly well what her father was going to say.
"I knew shit like that would happen!" the older man intercepted her. Titus' plump body jolted at his sudden outburst. Trudy was sure the entire neighborhood heard that.

Nixon Ford was a widower, burly looking, overprotective bank manager. The father of two looked young even in his late 50s. His pepper white hair was messy and short, sticking out here and there. A French goatee decorated his strong jawed face which Nixon trimmed it with care three days a week.
"Holy, Dad!" Titus gasped, hand over his chest. "Calm the frick down."
"No! " Nixon boomed. "Not when that underworld fuckface barged into my daughter's shop and confessed to her!"
"Papa, relax! Your BP will rise!" Trudy firmly stated, sitting between her father and Titus, the boy scooted away a little. "And, I rejected him. Nicely."

"Yeah," Titus agreed, looking at Nixon over his sister's shoulder. "He just only confessed, didn't threaten her with gun or something." Their assuring words didn't seem to lighten Nixon's sour mood as he heavily leaned on the couch. His frown deepened.
"Asshole men like Faustino Caivano are dangerous, you don't want to know what's going inside their rotten heads. He's the Don of Sicilian Mafia for God's sake! Do you realize how serious this shit is?" he gruffed. "Sadly, You two are too young to understand-"
"I'm 12, Dad," Titus scoffed. "And, Tru is freaking 23. What makes you say that, Pops!"
Trudy wasn't ignorant of what her had father said. She understood perfectly well what type of man Faustino was. The Don's arrival in the town was sudden, secretive. But, there were rumors about him, she had heard customers talking among themselves while she'd passed by their tables. Exactly, a week ago Faustino Caivano walked inside Trudy's pastry store.

Trudy had guessed he was a filthy rich foreigner or businessman, travelling country to country. And, surprisingly, the man was really nice to her, came to see Trudy everyday and sat by the counter, talking random things and eating pastries with a beaming expression. Suddenly, a day before yesterday, one of Trudy's regular customers revealed his true identity.
"So, what he has to do with me?" Trudy questioned with a confused look, turning to Titus. "I mean, I just only rejected him. That's all. And he took it well, right?"

Titus vigorously nodded at that, but uncertainly. Nixon let out a heavy, loud sigh, the crease between his eyebrows eased up. His calloused, thick fingers tucked few strands of charcoal black hair behind Trudy's ear.
"I understand what you mean, sweetie. But, I'm so anxious for you. Meeting the Don isn't something...normal. But, I want you to be cautious from now on. For me."
Titus interjected when his sister opened her mouth to answer. "She got it, Dad! Now come on, I'm starving," he groaned and gently nudged his sister. "Sis, get fresh, hurry!"
Trudy didn't need to be told twice and after pressing a soft, assuring kiss on her father's cheek, she took long strides towards the stairs. On the way, Trudy heard her brother laughing.
"Look at the bright side, Dad. No one would dare to mug us if we tell them that Faustino Caivano has a serious crush on our Trudy. Get it?"
"That's not funny, boy."
Vrrr.....Vrrr....Vrrr....
Trudy twitched in her sleep, and then rolled on her sides at the loud vibrating sound of her phone. Eyes closed shut, her hand fumbled on the bedstand until fingers touched the phone's smooth surface.

"Must be Advika... that demented woman," Trudy grumbled. She frowned deeply as fluorescent light of the phone managed to seep through her closed eyelids. Somehow she was able to press the receive icon that emitted a soft sound and gingerly held the phone to her ear.
"Listen, woman, dunno what time it is but I don't want to hear you gush about that Harry Potter looking, macaroon obsessed crush of yours. Alright?"
Instead hearing her friend's voice, she heard a male voice chuckling from the other end. Deep, suave, and oddly familiar.
"Who're you, man?" Trudy groggily asked, her black eyes slowly fluttering open
'Cara, it's Faustino.'
Her eyes blew wide, and hurriedly sat up, suddenly fully awake. "Mr. C-Caivano?" she stuttered out, stunned. Numbers of questions were rising in her confused, stunned mind, but mostly, Trudy wanted to ask the man from where he got her number. Then instantly, she remembered Faustino wasn't any simple, normal man like she sees everyday in her pastry shop.
'Your sleepy voice is adorable, Trudy,' Faustino casually said, still chuckling.
"Th-thanks," she responded in a nervous tone, and reached to turned on the bedside lamp. Trudy peered on a clock that hung on the west wall of her room. Precisely it indicated the time was two thirty in the morning.
'Why he called now?'
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Trudy carefully asked him, all the while suppressing a long yawn. "It's really late."
'Ah, yes. I've been extremely busy today, until 1 am,' Faustino simply said. 'Had dinner, bathed. You see, I called you for a reason, tesoro.'
"....Y-yeah?"
'Trudy, I want to make a order of your Secret Drizzle Pearl. The one I ate when I first met you, when I fell in love, amore mio.'
Now, this abruptly turned both awkward and uncomfortable in seconds to Trudy whose eyes widened further more, uncertain on how to answer Faustino. "Um..you will receive the cake 7 in the evening, Mr. Caivano," she avoided replying the last sentence he had spoken.
'Did he seriously call me just for a cake?'
" You could've called me in the morning, you know?" she said with a nervous laugh, scratching back of her head. "Without ruining your sleep."
'Especially my sleep.'
There was a pause on the other end, Faustino was silent for few seconds until he loudly breathed out, gushed, 'Ah. You're so caring, amore mio. So, so kind. No wonder you stole my heart on our first meeting.'

Some of the horrifying facts Trudy heard of this man were, he's cold, violent, ruthless. Could murder people without any hesitation, a common trait of the Mafia. But, they didn't match with the current Faustino Caivano she was speaking to. Like this one was the caring, soft twin of the original, brutal, murderous Don.
'Tesoro, I still believe you need time to think about my confession,' he went on, there was something odd in his voice now. 'Think properly, cara. I know from my heart that you're the one for me, and I'm the one for you. So, per piacere, please. Think of our future."
"Oh...Uh..Okay," Trudy hesitantly replied. She didn't want to continue this conversation at all, feeling awfully uncomfortable. And, nope, Faustino hadn't accepted her rejection, it seemed. In fact, he's become much more persistent than before.
'Great,' Trudy sarcastically thought.
'Grazie, amore mio,' he chuckled happily. 'I have another request.'
"Wh-what?"
'You shall be the one to deliver my order, Trudy. Only you. Tomorrow at seven fifteen, my men will come to pick you up.'
'What.'
"Wa-wait!" Trudy spluttered. The man was asking, demanding way too much, something she has no desire to accept. He got the nerve to call her at this late of night, not considering that she had been sleeping. And, now this?
'I don't want to hear no from you, tesoro,' his voice suddenly dropped low. 'You refused me once. But, it'd be better if you obey now. Trudy, remember, I don't favor disobedience.'
Faustino wasn't requesting, he was clearly ordering, threatening Trudy to come. That was the odd something in his voice. Forcing without hearing her consent.
"Al-alright.. I'll come," she gulped, regretting for agreeing.

Trudy made sure every staff of her pastry shop was busy, as she boxed Faustino's order in a corner of the kitchen. Now and then she'd look around nervously, fearing if anyone had seen her. Trudy didn't want anyone getting tangled in her mess, it was both unnecessary and dangerous. So, she had kept quite about Faustino's call and his delivery. From everyone she knew.

Without anyone noticing, Trudy successfully sneaked outside from the back door of the kitchen. She held a pink-yellow stripped box ,that securely carried the cake inside, and took long strides down the silent road. Trudy took a turn and there was a closed jewelry store by a street lamp. Faustino had informed her a black car would come to pick her up from here.
"Chef!" Trudy stilled at the loud, scratchy voice, and slowly turned back. A tall, thin man was hurrying close to her. Flaming red hair bounced as he took long steps. Shaggy, the delivery boy of the pastry shop.
'Oh crap.'
"Boss, where you goin'?" he asked.
"You're back?" Trudy countered, trying not to panic before him.
"Aye, customer's apartment was near. But, where you goin'? I saw you leave from the back door, with that box. You're deliverin'?"
Trudy tried her best to remain cool and impassive, like usual. The man in front of her was more of a detective than a delivery boy, had sharp eyes, could sniff out anything that's not normal. A Sherlock Holmes geek.
"Oh... It's for Mrs. Truce-"
"Then let me take that," Shaggy reached out to take the box. Trudy stepped back immediately.
"No," she refused in a firm, commanding tone.
"Why?"
"Because, I-I need to deliver this.. A-and you need to leave. Now," her voice waver slightly in nervousness. Quickly she checked her wrist watch. 2 minutes left.

'Time's running way too fast today! Why!'
Shaggy, with his detective like intelligence and observance, caught up what was going on as his eyebrows rose up, they disappeared in red bangs. His face whitened in seconds. "This has to do something with that boss of Mafia?"
"You should've been a detective," Trudy deadpanned. Inside her mind she screeched aloud.
"Oi, no. It's not so hard to figure it out since-," Shaggy stopped, passing a hand through his hair. "But, Merlin's beard, Trudy. Seriously? Does Nixon know?"
'You need to leave!'
"Hell no!" she said loudly. "Are you crazy? He'd have a heart attack." Trudy again checked her watch. One minute. Just a minute. Shaggy had to leave, right now . Or else...
"Listen, Shaggy, don't tell anyone, alright?" She hastily said, gesturing her hand to Shaggy to go away. "No one can know until I come back-"
"Come back?" Shaggy arched one of his eyebrows. "He told you to deliver to him ? To his place?"

"Yeah. I don't have much time, so you need to leave right now and don't tell a soul about this. Go!"
Shaggy slowly walked away, looking reluctantly about leaving the girl alone. Now and then he glanced back at Trudy, with concerned big eyes. Trudy waved at him along with a weak smile. Soon, the delivery boy was out of her sight as she stood before the jewelry store, alone. She let out a relieved sigh, but her heart began to beat faster and faster.
'Holy shit, thank God.'
Trudy didn't have to wait, because precisely at seven fifteen, a car came and stopped by the sidewalk. It was expensive and black. She gulped down the fear at the sight. Door of the car's passenger seat opened wide. Trudy was expecting to see two men with stoic faces, clad in black suits like in the movies. But instead, there was this woman inside.
"Get in," she ordered, voice thick with Italian accent. Trudy complied without protesting and hurriedly got in. The car started, and smoothly drove through the town.

Trudy glanced at the woman beside her, cautious and curious. She was undeniably beautiful, most gorgeous woman Trudy had ever seen. Had sharp jaw, long raven, wavy hair that fell on her chest and her petite body sat straight, looking elegant. Like Faustino, the woman has brilliant blue eyes and they were staring right at Trudy now. Once again she gulped.
"So, you're the ragazza my young brother talks about all the time," she suddenly spoke up.
'Faustino's her young brother?'
"Yea- I mean, yes," Trudy said, her voice soft and polite. "I'm Trudy Ford, madam. Nice to meet you.. "
"No need for formal introduction, I know you," she shrugged. "Call me Sienna, piccola ragazza."
"Okay, Si-Sienna.. Um, what pic-piccola ragazza means, actually?"
"Little girl," Sienna answered simply with a small smile. "Your voice sounds young, that's why I chose the name. It suits you." The smile that she offered and the nickname eased Trudy a bit. The cake box was on her lap while she held it securely. She nodded at Sienna's words.
"Uh, Mr. Caivano is your younger brother, you said it. But, you yourself look so young to be an elder sister, Sienna."
At that Sienna's smile widened, it was a genuine, appreciating one, "I appreciate your compliment, cara. I was once married too, for four years."
'Ah, poor girl.. '
"Oh..I'm sorry," Trudy apologized, bowing her head slightly. "I'm sorry for your lose."
Abruptly, startling Trudy beside her, the older woman barked out a laugh, a harsh, mocking laugh. Her eyes widened with dumbfounded expression as she watched how Sienna's shoulder shook with each laugh, like she heard a great joke.

"Forgive my rudeness," she said through chuckles. "But, funny thing is, I don't feel sorry at all, cara, since I had killed my own husband. My poor, traitorous husband."
Trudy gaped, face paling as she deciphered the words. It took her few more seconds to compose herself back to normal. Trudy shouldn't be flabbergasted or horrified, since this gorgeous woman was the sister of the Boss of La Cosa Nostra. Killing her own husband was perfectly normal, yep.
'Yeah, normal.'
"H-he cheated on you?" Trudy faintly said.
"Oh, no. No," Sienna shook her head. Suddenly, her smile disappeared, eyes narrowing with a loathing scowl. "My dead husband was selling information of us and Los Zetas to one of the Camorras. Our rival. He almost destroyed our bond with Los Zetas. You see, Trudy, betrayal is forbidden in Cosa Nostra. A sin. To atone the sin, death is the only way. And, death will be caused by only us. In Sicilian Mafia, one enters alive and leaves as a corpse. That's the rule. You understand?"
Lips pursed to a thin line, Trudy nodded her head vigorously. Her fingers clutched the box tightly. Trudy realized she has unknowingly stepped into something very dark, ominous. A world she never imagined to exist. Sienna's smile returned back as she comfortably leaned against her seat.
"Good, piccola ragazza," she sighed. "My fratello really loves you. From his heart. You're the only ragazza he has set his eyes on as a lover. But, your consent is needed too. Do you love him, Trudy?"
Trudy knew she'd ask something like that. Figured it beforehand, and she must tell the truth. "He-he gave me some time to think," she quietly said. "And, I'm still thin-thinking."
"Properly consider your decision," Sienna said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "I am advising you, since you're on my good side. Think wisely, my dear Trudy."
Trudy gave a wordless nod in return, speechless, and tore her gaze away from the other woman and focused on the scenery outside. It was dark, but through the window she saw rows of trees passing away, illuminated by the car's headlights.
She was out of the town. Away from her home.

The black car drove through a gateway that was heavily armed by men, wearing helmets and bulletproof vests. Each and everyone of them holding guns. Half hour passed after Trudy got in this car and now she needed to- no, wanted to go back. To her home. Badly.

Her ride halted before a mansion finally. Trudy saw through the glass in awe, under the silvery moonlight it standing tall among the trees. A fountain was situated before the mansion with a statue of a weeping angel. The angel stood in the knee deep clear water, and streams of the same water were pouring down her cheeks. Trudy felt as if she was in the Victorian era.
"Faustino bought it days ago, after meeting you," she heard Sienna's voice. "Isn't it beautiful, piccola ragazza?" Trudy absent mindedly nodded to her question, noticing 20 cars or more, all in black, parked at the side of the mansion.

'It's like... There's some kind of party.'
A man in white shirt opened the door, indicating Trudy should be getting out now. Carefully holding the cake, she stepped outside and hurriedly went to stand beside Sienna.
"Sienna," Trudy called timidly. "Why don't you take the box and I-I'll leave?"
"No," Sienna flatly refused, suddenly moving towards the marble stairs that led to a double door. "My fratello is dying to see you since this morning. Even when he's so busy, he has managed out some time to see you. So, come, cara."
'Shit...'
Anxious for herself, Trudy reluctantly ascended the stairs, following the other woman. Like at the gateway, several men stood by the front doors and on Sienna's cue they opened it, obediently. Trudy stepped inside the majestic mansion, keeping up pace with Sienna. They crossed between two curved staircases on each side of the hall, and strode down to a hallway. It led straight, deep inside the mansion.
As men and women were strutting around in formal, lavish clothes, and Trudy felt their gazes on her. Burning gazes. It suddenly made her feel self-conscious about what attire was covering her body. A plain pink shirt, the pastry shop's logo plastered across her flat chest. Bright yellow skirt that reached her knees, pink leggings and a pair of black sports shoes Trudy wore. Short shoulder length coal black hair tied to a short ponytail. She looked nothing like these people around her. Head low as possible, Trudy walked, her eyes glued on Sienna's turquoise heels.

Sienna and Trudy came to a stop before a designed mahogany door and the older woman opened it soundlessly, revealing a large, spacious room. And then, surprising Trudy, she took away the box from her hands.
"Wait inside," Sienna ordered, motioning her head to Trudy to get in. "Faustino will arrive shortly."
To protest, Trudy opened her mouth but Sienna intercepted. "Don't fear, piccola ragazza. You will be sent back to your home, I assure you," she said, with that genuine smile. "If you feel bored, read books in there or call your Papa. Now get in, Trudy."
Once again Trudy complied to her words as she hesitantly got inside the room, and Sienna instantly shut the door on her back with a small thud.
'.... How the hell she knows I call my father ​​​​​​
Papa ? I never told anything about Papa to Mr. Caivano!'
Trudy resisted the urge to open the door and dash out. If Faustino Caivano knew about her father without her ever telling him, it was clear as crystal that he had spied on her. Trudy let out a groan. Irritated and a twinge of fear she felt.
"What the fuck I've gotten myself into," she mumbled to herself. Her eyes scanned the interior decoration of the room, taking in it's luxury.

The walls were painted dark forest green. The room didn't have much furniture, just an extravagant designer couch and a study table. And, a wall straight in front of Trudy, was filled with books. Rows of books.
The wall on her left had paintings, just paintings. As though it's an art gallery. Strokes of brushes that took no definite shapes and only mixtures of various colors, all smashed together. Trudy couldn't get it how this was called 'art'.
Then the wall on her right hand, this one unnerved her. It was mounted with only animal heads. A stag, rhino, hippo, hyena, jaguar, bear and tiger. Under the heads, there were gold plates. Dates, months and years carved into them. These animals were real, were exotic and beautiful, and now dead. Once they lived free out in the wild like they should've been. Their blank stares were unnerving Trudy more and more, and she quickly headed towards the bookshelf.
Most of them were in Italian, some in English and the other one what Trudy could identify, was Chinese. She plucked out a book, the one that labeled Oliver Twist. Trudy had read this before, when she was a child and remembered crying profusely while had read. It's one of the books she loved. She stood there, going through the pages and recalling the heart wrenching scenes.
"...It's too quite, though," Trudy mumbled to herself sometime later. Either the room was soundproof or no one was outside.
"Hey, since no one's here what's to be shy about?" Trudy looked around. Lips parting, a tune she hummed and soon strings of words came out, and she started singing to reduce the boredom. The words were Latin and Trudy was trying her best to spell them correctly. It was a soothing song Titus made her hear this morning before going to school. Again, she started flipping through the pages, stopping to read some lines and softly singing all the while.
Thud!
It wasn't ear deafeningly loud but it startled Trudy, and the book slipped off from her fingers. She whipped her head to the source of the sound in and instant, to the mahogany door. Puzzling her, it was closed as before.
"...I guess, I-I hallucinated," Trudy assured herself with a heavy sigh, heart beating loudly and picked up the book. "But, where the hell is he?" Annoyed, Trudy shoved it back in the bookshelf. All on a sudden, the door burst open, hitting harshly against the wall. Trudy startled again.
" Trudy, amore mio!"
Speaking of the devil, Faustino Caivano marched in with a wide smile on his lips. As always, he looked handsome. A navy checked suit hugging his defined body. Under the suit he wore simple white shirt and a navy tie. Black shoes glazing under the light. Short hair slicked back as few strands fell on his forehead.
"Ci-ciao, Mr. Caivano," Trudy said, managing a smile. She was relieved to see Faustino since it meant she could go home. Soon.
"Ah, cara, whenever you speak my language, it sounds so, so beautiful," Faustino gushed with his pale cheeks tinted pink. "Perhaps, once we get together I should teach you my mother tongue, hm? Speaking of getting together, have you considered my proposal, bellissimo?"
Trudy still wondered, how a vicious man like Faustino Caivano have feelings for her, loved her. She didn't know what other women would do in her shoes, but Trudy wasn't fond of the amount of attention the man was showering her. It made her uncomfortable moreover.
"I-I haven't th-thought yet.. Uh," Trudy paused to stop her stuttering. "Um, you see, I was busy with your order and the others'.... S-sorry."
"Apology accepted," Faustino replied, his smile faltering a little. "But, don't take too much time to think, Trudy. I can't stay patient for too long." He stood close to her, in her personal space. Trudy could feel his peppermint breath fanning over her face. Feeling discomfort, she slowly stepped away from him.
"Y-you have lots of bo-books!" Trudy said, suddenly sounding interested. "You know Chinese too?"
Faustino all on a sudden chuckled, hands sliding inside pockets," I'm not much of a reader. Neither is my sister. And, as for my Chinese, I've learnt it just for the purpose of my business. La Cosa Nostra is acquainted with the Triads, so it's necessary."
'Triads... '
"I-I see."
"Trudy," Faustino called, his voice lowering to a whisper. "I heard you wanted to leave. Desperate for it. Why? Don't you like it here, amore mio? To be with me?"
"Nonono!" furiously she shook her head, and for a brief moment glanced at the mounted heads. "I-it's not like that. I'm just not used to staying this late at other's house. An-and, Papa expects me to be at ho-home before 10...so that's why..."
"Understandable. Mind of a protective father, fearing for his daughter's safety. But, since I'm here no one will dare to touch you not even your hair, cara. Stay assured."
"You don't have to.. Uh...thanks any-anyway," Trudy said, smiling nervously. Her smile dropped when Faustino's fingers reach towards her, caressing her cheek then softly his thumb caressed the line of her jaw.
"I have to, cuore mio. But, tonight isn't safe," he said, gazing into her eyes. "The Pakhan of Solntsevskaya Bratva is here. He promised that his men won't step inside the town, but I don't trust him. And, unfortunately, I have a crucial meeting with the Pakhan. So, Trudy, I suppose tonight I couldn't give you much time that you deserved. Forgive me, amore mio."
Like a gentleman Faustino held out his hand towards Trudy. She stared at the limb awkwardly.
"Come, let me escort you outside. To your ride. It shall safely take you home."
In her head, Trudy did a double flip, thanking this Pakhan or whatever Faustino mentioned, and gladly, she took his hand.

Now she knows what she is into, you don't mess with the boss. He's a mafia. No escape route, he knows everything even without you telling him. He as the God's eyes.

To be continue after the contents.

Meaning of the Italian words used in the story:

• Bellissimo- beautiful
• Cuore mio- my heart
• Pakhan- Godfather
• Piccola= little
• Ragazza= girl
• Fratello= brother
• Cara- dear
• Tesoro- darling
• Amore mio- my love
• Per piacere- please
• Grazie- thank you
• Si- yes