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Always an Angel | Casanova AU

Part 2: All Because of Angela

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Warning: mild sexual content

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"What exactly did he say, Rocco?" Angela asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while talking to Casanova's only friend and employee.

"Well, he said that he turns into an idiot whenever he's around her. He says he cannot give up because she is so beautiful. She's taken over his head, his blood, and his guts. He can't stop thinking about her and only her."

"He could always find someone else..."

"I told him, but he insists someone else wouldn't be her."

"Oh, poor thing," Angela couldn't help but smile. "Is he home?"

"He is reading, he said he didn't want any..."

"Angela!" Giacomo smiled, standing at the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard your voice! Come on up."

"Interruptions," Rocco mumbled, moving over to allow her to climb the stairs before closing the door.

She sighed, letting her cape fall to the ground and revealing her red dress which made her skin look even paler and her hair look even darker. She knew she was beautiful in that outfit, she felt beautiful.

"Wow, you look like the type of woman someone would write a book about. Raven black hair, red lips like an apple, and skin as white as snow... I should write that down actually," Giacomo chuckled.

"Thank you, Giac," she giggled.

She was embarrassed to ask, who wouldn't be embarrassed? But it seemed the entirety of Venice knew she was being courted except for her. If he truly couldn't sleep or eat, consumed in desire, she had to do something about it.

"So, um- I heard a few things about you," Angela cleared her throat.

"Oh? Filthy gossip as always? If it's bad, it's all true," he joked.

"No, it wasn't bad, I just- I heard about your feelings. Your agony concerning... me."

Giacomo stared at her in confusion, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember ever mentioning anything of the sort.

"You could never bring me agony, angel, you are the kindest person in the city."

"I heard about your courting and..."

"My courting," he narrowed his eyes until he finally understood. "My courting! Yes, I have been courting Angela Tusselo."

Her world suddenly crumbled, how could she be so stupid? Of course he wasn't courting her... Henriette had made it seem like she was only a baby, of course he wanted nothing to do with her!

"Angela Tusselo, the daughter of the priest," she nodded, unable to hide her shock.

"Oh, dear. Did you think I was secretly courting you?"

"I... yes! And I was terrified, because... because I cannot reciprocate your feelings," Angela quickly lied so as to not look foolish.

"Oh really? I always thought you found me quite handsome," Giacomo smirked. "Do you not?"

"I- Everyone finds you handsome, Giac, that is not the point. I just simply cannot like you because I am already promised to another man. The Viscount's son, Elias."

"That boy is as dull as a butter knife."

"Yes, I know. He would not be my first choice, believe me," Angela laughed nervously. "But who knows, maybe I will fall in love with him or maybe I'll manage to rid myself of him. Find a more suitable suitor."

"But not me."

"You are courting Angela Tusselo, why do you care?" She asked, intrigued by his little game.

"I think it's clear as day that I do not plan on marrying her. In fact, I received a visit last night from both her sisters, they kept me company all night in bed."

"You disgust me."

Angela couldn't get another word out without bursting into tears, it was so obvious all Giacomo wanted was to toy with her feelings. Why did she let him get away with it? Because of his looks? His charms? His voice? Well... yes, but not anymore!

She was a catch, she was a young beautiful virgin with a sharp wit and every quality a husband could possibly want from a wife. She deserved better certainly.

So it started, Angela would go to gatherings and parties not to catch a glimpse of Casanova, but in hopes Casanova would catch a glimpse of her in her best dresses and looking absolutely content. Maybe this way he would realize what he'd been missing.

"I am enjoying your new disposition," Henriette smiled when they entered yet another mansion. "Conversing with all the rich and powerful young men to secure yourself a good husband... I'm glad your silly infatuation with you-know-who is gone."

"Is yours gone as well?" Angela asked.

"I do not not what you mean."

Angela scoffed, she knew her sister also had a weak spot for Casanova, just like every woman in Europe. That infuriated her more than anything, to think she had to compete with her own sister...

"Hello, angel," Giacomo approached Angela and gently kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't heard from you, don't tell me you are angry at me. I couldn't bear it."

"I am not, of course not. I have just been a tad busy with my affairs. Why would I be angry?"

"You are right, it must be my own paranoia. I thought you were quite cross with me after I told you about the sisters Tusselo."

"Oh, that thing... Of course not, I know damn well you have slept with half of the women in Italy, there's no reason for me to get worked up over that."

"Half? I believe I had at least three-fourths..." he winked and sipped on his wine.

He scanned the ballroom with restless eyes, he wished to ask something, but he couldn't find the right words, he did not want Angela to think he only came by to talk about that matter. They were friends, weren't they? At least he thought they were, but she had been so distant.

"Tell me what, angel, you see that soprano over there? Rocco thinks that's a boy, a castratto, but that's clearly a girl, right? Come on... that's a girl!"

"I- what? But Bellino was inspected by the Bishop."

"The Bishop's been celibate for over fifty years, he doesn't know the difference anymore. That's a girl, I know girls!"

"Let me guess. You are attracted to him and you are trying to make your attraction justified?"

"Well, it is! Because he- she's a girl!"

"So you admit you are attracted to him?" Henriette approached the pair with a huge smile. "I dare you to find out, Casanova."

"Do not give him any more reason to be stupid, sister," Angela chuckled. "He does that perfectly well on his own. You will end up disgracing yourself, that's what you'll do."

"Sorry, angel... I never turned down a dare."

Over the next few weeks, Giacomo did everything he could to win over Bellino's heart. He paid for his clothes and accommodations, made sure he would perform in the theater, and invited everyone to watch.

Angela simply let it happen, pretending like she was perfectly fine with all the extravagance, smiling politely at the boys who made conversation with her, and gracefully accepting her sister's praise for turning herself around and finally acting like a responsible adult.

But of course she was only human, she couldn't keep appearances forever. One fateful night, the poor girl was sobbing right outside an elegant venue where a banquet was held. She wore her cape and leaned against one of the rough brick walls. How did she manage to become such a lifeless shell?

"What do you want?" Angela wiped her tears when she saw Casanova walking towards her.

"I just came to tell you that you win, the game has turned sour. The boy is a boy and now I disgraced myself just like you said I would."

"Good for you."

"Are you crying? Are you alright?" He lowered her hood and saw her red eyes. "Was it Elias? What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"He must've done something. What has he done? Has he hurt you?"

"Why do you care? Why are you here talking to me? I am nothing to you, Giacomo!" Her tears escaped before she could stop them.

"I thought... we were friends."

"Friends? Lucky me, the only woman in all of Italy that Giacomo Casanova only wants to be friends with! I must be hideous! I must be completely stupid! And now you're in love with that castratto."

"I'm not- I can't- I love him," Giacomo sighed, defeated.

"Then love him, make it worth something... friend."

The news that Casanova was engaged to Bellino, who was revealed to be a woman, after all, spread like wildfire. Everyone in Venice knew of them and when Henriette walked into her sister's bedroom to show her the invitation they had gotten for their engagement summer ball, all she heard was the loudest scream she had ever heard in her entire life.

Angela cried for hours, hit her head on the wall, screamed some more, tore to pieces the book Giacomo had given her on her birthday, and then put it back together again, regretting her actions fueled by rage.

After finally regaining her composure, she started to select which dress she would wear for the ball. She asked Grimani for a new one, but ended up choosing one of her sister's gowns, a green one with gold embroidery. She knew there was no hope to win him back now, but she had to show Giac and everyone else she was perfectly fine and did not mind at all that he was marrying someone else.

"You look divine this evening, Angela," Elias took her hand as they danced.

"Only tonight?" She spun around with a bored look.

"Well... n-no. You look divine every day, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant."

"Are you thirsty maybe? Would you like some refreshments?"

"No, my stomach is in a twist."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to escort you outside or maybe walk you home?"

The boy wasn't a bad person. Yeah, he was dull, but most boys were. He didn't love Angela by any means, but he was kind to her and held her in high regard. There were worse fates than marrying him and she knew it quite well.

"Look, it's Casanova and his bride!" Elias pointed at the entrance where the couple stood wearing clothes that looked like had just been ripped and glued back together. The two seemed like survivors of a lion attack.

"They look marvelous, don't they?" Henriette asked while they made their way through the crowd.

"Yes," Angela simply said, trying to smile, but the longer she looked, the harder it was to keep acting like everything was fine. She should be the one by his side, his bride. She wondered if she had said something before... maybe things could've turned out differently.

After a few more dances it was obvious the entire city was enamored with Bellino who had a brilliant career ahead of her. Angela couldn't see the appeal, but that might be due to her own bias... Everyone was looking at her except for Henriette and Giacomo, who had a silent conversation about the future.

"I have been meaning to introduce you," Angela interrupted them. "Giacomo, this is Elias. The one I told you about."

"Oh yes, the famous Elias," Giacomo collected himself. "You are one lucky fella, I hope you know that. And I hope you know if you ever do her wrong, I will find a way to make you regret you were born."

"What are you scared of, Giac? That he might be like you?" She mumbled. "Do not pretend to care now because you do not. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Angela had to leave the ballroom, she couldn't breathe, it was like all those feelings, all the small caresses she saw Casanova exchange with Bellino, all of that was being shoved down her throat and she was choking, suffocated by the words she couldn't say.

"Angel!" Giacomo ran after her, pushing Elias out of the way. "Are you feeling well?"

"Do I look well?"

"Uh... did I say something wrong?" He held her hand right before she left the room.

"No, it is not what you said, it is what you didn't say."

"And what do you want me to say?"

"If you need to ask me, the words would have no value."

"Do you- did I hurt your feelings? I thought you were in love with Elias since you have been by his side ever since our last meeting."

"Of course I'm not in love with him, did you look at him? He can't have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes!"

"Are you in love with... me?"

He truly had to ask? How stupid was he?

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure! I am frustrated, I am tired. I am destined to marry a man I despise, I do not have a choice!" She had to lie, admitting her feelings for him would only make everything more complicated. And if he decided to follow through with the wedding, she feared the humiliation of the rejection might kill her.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I am going home."

"Can I have this dance before you go? Please, I would hate to see you go so upset."

"A dance won't change it. When you let go of my hand you will be engaged to Bellino, and I will be promised to Elias. When you let go of my hand the world will keep turning, it won't wait for me... Friend."

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