All Chapters of GIORDANA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Giordana."Baaa....be," The tall, shapely blonde-haired girl, also known as my best friend let out a high pitched squeal as she sighted me. I smiled in amusement at her enthusiasm.

Giordana.We arrived at the Trinity Church, New York, where the wedding was being held.To say it was magnificent was an understatement, it screamed money from the white chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling to the glistening marble tiles and mirrored windows. It was simply breathtaking and radiated holiness.

Giordana. The wedding ceremony was concluded and we all went back to the hotel to change outfits for the wedding party.Ella suggested a wedding party instead of reception, for young adults that is. She also requested me to perform a song for them at the party.

Giordana.One month later.Staring out of my office window at the drizzling rain, I felt a sense of peace and calm. Spring had always been my favorite season.A month had passed since the wedding and my life was back to normal.Same old routine; fr

Philip. Striding out of Giordana Quinton's office, anger was the only emotion I felt.The woman is tougher than I expected. Aside from the fact that she's quick-witted, she's also very daring and except for my parents, no one has ever spoken to me that way.

Giordana. Concluding another consultant session with an arrhythmia patient, I leaned back on my chair thanking God that it went well and the patient wasn't problematic.It had been two weeks since my encounter with Mr. Philip Forbes.I reckon he was just kid

Giordana. The feeling of the spring sunshine covering my face like a warm blanket awakened me from my deep slumber. It took me a moment to realize I overslept and that I was late for work.'Oh shit'Scrambling up from

Giordana. After nearly fifteen minutes of skimming through the different types and colors of clothes to wear in my wardrobe, I plopped on the bed with a long sigh.Philip Forbes had informed me earlier that we were meeting his parents. Racking my brain and wardrobe

Giordana. Hungry. Bored. Tired. Exactly how I felt as we headed to a restaurant. I'll tell you what happened.'Philip Forbes happened.'  Again.He showed up at my apartment by eight this morning tel

Giordana. "Oh my baby, you look so pretty," my mother gushed.Staring at the mirror before me, a beautiful woman stared back although she looked different. Why did I look different? my eyes lost their shine.Gone were those bright and twinkling eyes, they we