Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ELIO

W e decide to go ahead with the show. It's a demonstration of the DeLuca Family's power. It's another reason that would make our parents so proud. As I wait for the show to begin, half listening to Sofia and Emily, Bella's friend, chattering next to me, I think of the girl my brother saved.

She's with her parents now. Orlando was going to …

Fortunately, my brother did the right thing. He always does.

I look at Emily, her bright pink hair tied up, an artistic flourish to every movement. It's the way she moves and the little looks she gives me.

I turn to Miss Rossa next to me. "Are you excited for the show?"

"Yes, but didn't poor Sofia want to perform?"

I smirk, leaning in. "Didn't Matteo ask for your blessing?"

Miss Rossa's eyes snap open. "Now?"

The lights flash on, revealing Bella sitting inside a glass cage. She's got her violin perched, ready to play. I know she was pissed at Matt for leaving her behind, but those two seem to make up fast.

Now, she plays … something. Music has always been Sofia and Matt's thing. I find it easier to watch the colors and the light and let the soft sounds become something vivid and alive in my mind, a new piece of art. Turning, I look at Emily again. I wonder what her natural hair color is.

Finally, Bella stands and opens a small, seamless door in the cage, stepping out and taking a bow. "We don't need this nonsense," she says, stepping aside and aiming her violin's bow at the glass.

It shatters right on cue, and the whole crowd erupts into applause.

Then everybody whispers when the light suddenly goes out. I grin, knowing I'll never forget this moment. Matt tried to fight it, tried to pretend, but he was never going to be able to resist Bella. I knew it the moment I saw her effect on him.

When the light flashes, Matteo DeLuca is on one knee, Bella's hand in his. Tears glistening in Bella's eyes. My brother isn't mic'd up. He's not doing this to make a show. His mouth moves, but he speaks low, urgent, just for her. I can't hear it, but I know the essence. I know the spirit. I can see the love.

"Yes!" she cries when he produces a red ruby ring that glistens in the light. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Miss Rossi is the first one to leap to her feet. Everybody soon follows, people whooping and cheering and clapping.

I look over at Emily but then quickly glance away. She's staring right at me.

Instead, I savor my brother's happiness.