POV Isabella

October 28, 1977

I'm at Roger's country house, finishing up in the guest room. I put on a beautiful blue Dior dress, will take it down, down to the knee and Gianmarco Lorenzi shoes. My black purse is from Louis Vuitton. I look at myself in the large mirror in the bedroom. I'm already lightly make-up, with my long black hair in a big braid. My gray eyes were with a bit of mascara and eye pencil. I looked at myself in the mirror and did not recognize myself. They knocked softly on the door and I said I could come in. Then Roger came into the room and stared at me hypnotized from head to toe.

"You look beautiful, gorgeous," he said seriously, but honestly. "Did you like those gifts any more?"

"I do not care about expensive clothes and shoes. He sighed. "I know you bought the dress for me, shoes, purse, thank you, but you know it does not suit me."

- It turns out that today is the launch of the album News of the World and I want you more beautiful, divine that already is and also take over the press, personally, that you and I are dating. - Roger said looking at me - It is better to gradually believe that we are a couple.

I bowed my head, for a moment, really wanting to be a real couple, I really love Roger, but unfortunately it's all a farce, a damn contract. And since he does not love me anymore, too, I will never open my heart to him again.

"There's still something missing, to make you look absolutely gorgeous," Roger said, moving closer to me and opening a black velvet box.

I looked at the black velvet box and saw a pair of emerald earrings, emerald necklace, bracelet and emerald ring.

"I chose everything emerald because it matches your beautiful gray eyes," Roger said, looking intently at me.

I looked at him and then took the pair of earrings and put them in my ear, then I took the emerald ring and put it on my right hand and the emerald bracelet on the left arm. Roger watched intently, I placing, earrings, bracelet, ring, silent. When I took the necklace, Roger said looking at me.

"The necklace I put on you, Isabella.

Roger and I looked at each other, intently. Then I pulled my braid farther away, my great hair, and Roger put the emerald necklace on my neck. Roger and I looked at each other through the mirror. I wanted to kiss him, right there. But, he does not forgive me, he has lost confidence in me. Tears form on my face. Roger turns and looks at me. He wipes away my tears.

- Why are you crying, Isabella? You have a reason to smile today, "said Roger.

"You're wrong, Roger. I have no reason to smile, a long time. She said in annoyance.

Roger stroked my hair and then wiped away my tears.

"Do not cry, this nightmare will last a year and a half, then you'll be free," Roger said.

I smile weakly and remain silent.

Shortly thereafter, we entered Roger's Ferrari and headed to London. Roger drives above speed and half an hour later we get to the album release site. There were relatives of Freddie, Bri, John and Rog, like some friends, the band's manager, Jim Beach, among others and the music press, who sometimes got some interviews with Freddie, Bri, John and Roger.

I dined happily, talking to my friends, when Roger came to meet me and said,

- Time to put our plan into practice.

I went with him towards the pictures, with the boys. I took a picture with them and then only with Roger and the blond drummer kissed me on the lips, in a way that still in love? I kissed him back, of course, I'm not silly. Then Roger and I just noticed flashes about us and the reporters asked lots of questions. Roger said that both he and I are dating, officially and that we are very happy and in love. This news caught the press by surprise that took more pictures of us.

"This time I met the woman of my life, the love of my life," Roger said, looking into my eyes and smiled at me, and those closest to him applauded.

I was out of reaction and just smiled. If this were true ...

Freddie was very optimistic about the band's sixth album.

"I'm sure the album will be a great scandal of compliments, my dear, Isabela," my friend smiled.

November.

During the month of November, Queen was in the United States of America, for another tour. They would not be back until December. On one of the November weekends, I got in my car and went to Brighton to visit my grandparents. My grandfather about two weeks ago began his treatment of Parkinson's Disease, with the money I sent him. The money that is already part of the marriage contract with Roger. My grandparents had asked on the phone how much I had and I said it was a bank loan. My grandmother Janice said that I could not get into debt.

"My beloved granddaughter, you can not do that," Grandfather Mike said. "Do not sacrifice yourself so much.

"I'll do everything for you," she said thoughtfully on the phone.

Over the weekend in Brighton, before returning to London on Sunday afternoon, I opened the game with my grandparents and told them everything about the bridal contract I had signed. They were shocked.

"Bella, I can not believe you did it. You are sacrificing your happiness by signing a nuptial contract with a boy who does not want you anymore, who has the dirty image. I like boys a lot, I like Roger, but, you did not have to sacrifice yourself at that point, "my grandmother Janice said.

"Someone has to pay for my grandfather's treatment." You took care of me as a daughter, now it's time to pay it back, "she said in annoyance." I care about both of you, especially your health. Grandpa needs treatment and with that money everything will be paid.

My grandfather Mike looked at me seriously, in disgust.

"You acted like a prostitute, sold yourself." So if Roger, ask for a sex night with you, by the way, you accept, right? Said my grandfather Mike to me.

"Mike, for God's sake, do not say that to our granddaughter," my grandmother said.

I was amazed at my grandfather's statement. He had always been so loving and loving to me and never said anything to me that way. But this time he spoke.

"But she acted like a prostitute, Janice. Our granddaughter acted like that, "my grandfather said once more.

Tears formed on my face. I looked at my grandmothers very hurt. I grabbed my backpack that was already ready and walked past them, just like a bag and went towards my car. I threw the backpack into the back seat of the car and started the car, crying.

I hear my grandmother's voice, calling me:

"Bella, my granddaughter, wait. Belle, do not walk away like that.

I look at my grandmother, with much hurt in her tears.

– Grandpa broke up with me. Soon it? He said in a trembling voice.

Then I accelerated my car, singing tire, leaving Brighton.

To be continued...