The Italian Key Page #4

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but know how to

enjoy the gift of life."

Our lives look so different...

but in essence,

are they that different at all?

Don't we all feel

the same happiness and joy...

sorrow, loneliness and longing?

There is one more reason why I like

the days I spend in the slum.

Alexander.

He seems like a very decent man...

and I have come to admire

his character and good heart.

I heard that he used to be

a promising pianist...

but that one day he got tired

of his music, sold his grand piano...

and with that money,

started a slum school.

It's very hot today. Everybody,

take your tie, and use it as a fan.

Ah! Feels much better!

"This was his way of

taking a break from all that playing."

- Aww, they're falling in love!

- That last sentence was yours, right?

I love Alexander,

she should so choose him.

No way, Max is coolest, go Max!

Chiara, this is the voice of your

conscience, pick Alexander! - Come on!

Max had organized

a surprise birthday party for me.

And he seems to be

much more sociable than before.

Something seems to unite

these two very different men.

I had never gotten

this kind of attention before...

and it felt both flattering

and a little dangerous.

As a birthday present, Max wanted to

paint a portrait of me as a Goddess...

who was worshiped by the painters

and musicians in need of inspiration.

While sitting

- or standing - for him...

I grew to like this kind and

eccentric man more and more.

Wow, you're getting better.

So, Chiara was the girl

living in this house, right?

- And the church sent her out to India.

- Where she met Max. My Max.

And this guy called Alexander.

My Alexander.

You don't even know him! I knew Max,

and he was worthy of her love.

Chiara likes both of them but she

doesn't know which one to choose.

- Max is intelligent.

- Alexander is sensitive.

- Which one does she choose in the end?

- We don't know yet.

Let's bet!

If she chooses Alexander, then you

have to go to Lord Jai's ball.

Okay. But, if she chooses Max...

you have to confess your love

to Lord Jai at the ball.

- Sounds good. I vote for the bet!

- Me too!

Ok then.

But Alexander better up the charm.

Here we go.

"Dear God, I am sorry to ask you

for such a frivolous thing...

but give me a sign, anything."

Today Alexander seemed

pensive and moody.

He had received news

that his mother was gravely ill.

His pianist father was on tour,

and requested...

that his son returned immediately

to take care of his mother...

whose only wish was that

Alexander could be by her side.

He decided to go back to Europe.

I couldn't believe how saddened I was

when I heard of his departure...

and I understood that I had

developed strong feelings towards him.

I felt I couldn't let him go

without finding out...

if he had similar feelings

towards me.

"I don't know what came upon me

in that moment... ''

And the rest is censored from

innocent young girls like ourselves.

- That's unfair, give it to me.

- I'll tell you this:

Alexander the Great got the girl,

and you are coming to the ball!

- Poor Max.

- He was a good guy.

Yeah, but she didn't choose him

in the end. - Well, not yet.

- You know the story?

- Look at the book.

Chiara was my mother?

Cabella.

We named you after the village,

so you could find your way home.

You are loved, Cabella.

You always will be.

The asset is a villa, novecento style,

on three floors, large gated grounds.

Estimated value of property...

200000 euros.

That's yours, Miss Featherstonehaugh -

and Miss Featherstonehaugh.

- It's ours!

- Totally.

- Give us the key.

- The police will be here any minute.

The house? - It was uncle Max's,

so it belongs to us now.

Oh, right on time.

Arrest her!

- Uncle Max left everything to us.

- The Featherstonehaughs.

Zio Max. Molto euro...

to the Featherstonehaughs.

- Ma hai capito?

- Ma niente.

Arrestare. Subito.

Criminale!

Don't worry.

My ladies, at your service.

What seems to be the matter?

- This person has stolen our house.

- Left to us by our uncle Max.

No relation to her.

Is that so? - Indeed,

the will left all the assets...

exclusively to the

Featherstonehaugh family.

Including all property formerly owned

by the late Mr. Max Featherstonehaugh.

Can someone translate that they

need to take her into custody now...

and surrender the property.

I would do that

if I believed it was true.

But, since I am the legal owner of

this house, I am unwilling to do so.

Please have the decency

to leave my grounds at once.

What do you mean,

we cannot have the house?

Do you really call yourself a lawyer?

It appears you have

no claim to this house.

Falling old shack really.

I'm sorry, I didn't know it's yours.

Actually, it really is yours.

This was our room when we were small.

You were just a baby.

What was she like?

She was the gentlest,

sweetest of mothers.

She saved my life.

How did she save your life?

She told me some of the story,

when I was little.

My mother was working at a brick

factory when there was an accident.

Chiara saw me there all alone

as she was passing by.

She was already expecting you...

but she didn't want to leave me on

the street, so she took me with her.

She was staying with Max at his

palace, and there I found a new home.

She couldn't track down

any living relatives, so I stayed.

Before you were born

we all moved to Italy.

She was already plagued

with the fevers...

that claimed her life

a couple of years later.

When I came back to the village,

I started looking for you.

How did you know I was me?

When I heard somebody

had moved in here, I was curious.

Now that I see you,

you look just like her.

Max was so devastated

he could hardly function.

He sent me to boarding school,

took you to London with him.

I am so sorry I lost track of you.

Let's not talk about this to anyone.

I'll make

an official announcement tonight.

I've been so stupid.

Trying so hard to be

as unhappy as possible.

- You look nice.

- Thanks.

She used to wear that too.

Max liked it.

- Was he here when we were small?

- All the time.

Her last wish was

to see a sunflower field.

They loved each other.

He carried her when she didn't have

the strength to walk anymore.

She loved both of you and she fought

for her life to be with you.

Hey, you're telling me all this

and you're not flickering a bit.

Because I've done everything

according to her request.

She asked me to stay in this house

and see if you ever came back.

- Even if I was eighty years old?

- Wouldn't make much difference to me.

Why didn't you tell all of this

at the start?

She asked me

to let you find out yourself...

and only tell you more

when you had forgiven her.

How could you know I have forgiven

her? - I can feel emotions, remember?

Oh.

Now that my mission is complete...

You're going? For good? Where?

No one knows for sure,

but I've heard rumors that it's great.

Don't go, I'll be so lonely.

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