Dancing To Happiness. Marisa Santi
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I begin to hate my mother at this moment, I can’t even hold back a grimace of displeasure towards her. Luckily it was noticed only by her. Then, arming myself with a shy smile I address Matthias: <<I promise not to take too long in the bathroom. In the morning I’ll try to get up earlier not to make you waste time. Now, if you excuse me, I go to take a shower.>>
I come in my room and lie down on the bed a few minutes, breathing deeply to succeed in focusing myself on the many news of this day.
A freshen up was really what I needed. I relaxed and now I’m ready to deal with the evening with the awareness of having to meet the depth and the blue of Matthias’ eyes again. I go into the living room to join the others who luckily are already there introducing themselves to the newcomer.
I look at my friends’ face and I realise that Greek God Matthias not only makes a strange effect on me. His beauty is bewitching. The only difference is that they can communicate with him without stumbling over their words and without being ridiculous as I did!
<<Well met, Isabel! Your mother has been very kind to make me go around the house and to introduce me to the other boys and girls. I saw the terrace and I wanted to congratulate you. She said that you take care of it and, particularly, of the roses.>>
I nod and thank him. My heart beats wildly because he continues staring at me... It’s really embarrassing. I can’t help blushing.
The phone ring brings me back to reality.
<<Isabel is for you!>> my father yells from the hallway.
<<Hello! This is Isabel>> I answer nonchalantly.
<<Hey! I’ve been calling and calling on the mobile phone...>> Max reproaches me.
<<Forgive me, I must have left it carelessly in the gym.>>
<<I wanted to remind you that this evening I’m going to come and get you to go take a ride or something.>>
<<I remembered it!>> I lie.
<<See you later then and, please, don’t be late as usual!>>
While I talk on the phone, I notice the presence of Matthias who doesn’t hesitate to listen and I see his eyes suddenly become sad. I look away from him and concentrate on the conversation. <<See you later at 9 p.m.!>>
Lately Max and I don’t spend much time together. Once we saw every night and we spoke on the phone at least a dozen times a day. Little by little we realized that maybe it would be better to meet less. The wait has its charm.
I hang up the phone and come back in the living room: <<Sorry guys and girls! You know how Max is. If he doesn’t hear from me a thousand times a day he goes out of his mind!>>
<<Don’t worry, Isabel!>> Rebecca exclaims.
<<We were asking Matthias if he would like to go out with us. In this way we will show him this wonderful city and maybe we could also go to some clubs>> Alex says.
<<Of course! I’d love it!>> Matthias answers enthusiastically.
<<What do you say? Will you bear our company?>> I ask him with a shy glance.
He nods without saying a words, continuing to stare at me. I have to overcame this feeling of embarrassment. Now I make him many questions. Maybe, becoming acquainted with him, this fear of meeting his eyes will end. Strength and courage!
I reset everything and with calmness ask him: <<Where do you come from?>>
<<I come from Rome!>> he answers looking at me as if before him there was another person.
In fact I’ve sent away the awkward teenager who had taken possession of my mind. I don’t know how I’m succeeding in it but I’m coming back to me. It’s about time!
<<Wow, I love Rome! It’s wonderful, but I couldn’t live there. It’s too chaotic and packed with tourists. Maybe one day you will guide us in your city. I’ve never finished visiting all Rome.>>
<<Sure! When you want, Isabel, I’ll be at your disposal.>> he says without concealing a sly smile.
<<I’ll remember it when I want to escape Turin and my thousand commitments.>>
“And maybe when you will stop getting embarrassed when you look at him.” My subconscious intervenes.
Between a chat and the other the time flew. My mother invites us to take a seat at the table. Somehow she saved me again.
At dinner Matthias is much involved and not at all in trouble. This thing makes me hope in a unexpectedly natural way for his rapid integration into the group and makes me wish, again, to win quite so rapidly the embarrassment that his presence causes me. I get lost when I observe him. He has something mysterious. When he is absent-minded the light in his eyes changes. What is he worried about? Handsome and mysterious... I have to stop looking at him like that. Sooner or later someone will notice it and that’s not good. I give a glance at the clock on the wall and I realize that it’s really late. It’s already 8 p.m and Max will be here in an hour. I say goodbye to everybody and get up to go in my bedroom. When I’m next to the staircase, I realized that Matthias has followed me.
<<Will you bear us?>> I challenge him ironically while we climb the stairs together.
<<I would say so!>> he exclaims smiling at me.
<<I guess you’re tired... You better go and rest. Later, when I’ll come back home, I’ll make sure not to make noise to avoid bothering you.>>
<<I’m not at all tired. I think I will arrange some things in my bedroom and then I’ll dedicate myself to read a book. I’m sorry for invading your space... You know, for the bathroom...>>
<<Don’t worry, I can tolerate it>> I say smiling at him.
Matthias is in his bedroom and throw himself on the bed thinking amused about Isabel’s exuberance and awkwardness. He is bewildered too by the many emotions of the day’s events. He feels attracted to that girl. He thinks back on the moment he saw her whirl. He would have stayed hours watching her while she danced. Since he met her piercing hazel eyes he could no longer look away from her. He is aware of her embarrassment. He feels attracted not only to her appearance but also to her vulnerability that she wants to hide by irony and self-confidence. He found her irresistible when she joined them in the living room wearing that cream dress that left her long toned legs uncovered. Isabel: a particularly beautiful face, framed by long brown hair with russet shades, big amber brown eyes, well designed full lips that contrast with the spontaneous and innocent expression. She has a toned body, a round and well-shaped bottom, generous breasts, narrow waist and curves in all the right places... Evidently, the sport has helped her to ensure that her body was modelled in the right places. Certainly she does not go unnoticed, everything about her is perfection and sensuality... Overwhelmed by Isabel’s thought he forgets for a while his problems and the real reason that has led him to move to Turin for some time.
At the very thought that there’s only a wall to separate me from Matthias, it gives me goosebumps. Stop thinking of him! I have to recover and get a move on. I decide to wear a black dress that highlights my curves without being vulgar, black court shoes, a trace of make-up on my eyes and a bit of lip gloss, a few drops of J’adore, a last brush to my hair that I will let loose and, finally, I’m ready.
The mobile phone starts ringing and, as expected, it’s Max who calls to advice me of his delay. He never succeeds in being on time!
<<What happened to you this time?>> I ask him snorting.
<<Forgive me, Isabel. I had a hitch, so unfortunately we can not go out together tonight.>>
The reaction is an immediate retort <<And do you tell me it only now? Fifteen minutes before “zero hour”? Nice, we are back to the usual routine!>>
<<You’re