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She was true to her word. It felt like only a minute or two before she twirled me around to face the mirror, a bright grin on her face.
“See? You’re so pretty,” Dahlia gushed, squeezing me from behind.
A smoky eyeshadow, simple pink gloss, some blush, and mascara were all she had done, but it was more than enough. I looked hot.
Dahlia did my hair, and then it was Dahlia’s turn. She was quick as a flash as she showered, dressed, and did her own makeup.
By the time she was ready, it was time to go. I sighed as I followed Dahlia down the stairs. I passed by the mirror in the hallway and halted in my tracks.
I looked amazing.
But I didn’t want to look amazing for some random guy. I wanted it to be Giovani I was going on a date with.
But that was impossible right now. I couldn’t help feeling that this date was going to be a disaster.
I sighed heavily, looking away from my reflection as I headed down the stairs.
“And where are you going?”
I froze in my tracks, my foot mid-air to the next step as I glanced up with wide eyes.
Giovani stood at the bottom of the stairs, right in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up as he crossed his arms, staring at both me and Dahlia with a hardened look.
“Cugino!” Dahlia smiled brightly, holding her hands behind her back as she used her charm to deflect. “Did you just get home? Long day, huh?”
Giovani’s eyes flickered from Dahlia to me. There was a look in his eyes that clearly meant he was unhappy.
I bit my bottom lip, joining Dahlia on the bottom step as I tried my best not to look guilty. I gazed at him but he firmly stared at Dahlia, giving me not a single second glance.
“Where. Are. You. Going?” He firmly emphasized every word, a warning growl in his throat. I shivered, the tone sending a pool of heat straight to my cunt.
Now wasn’t the time, Olivia.
“We’re going to see a movie.” Dahlia lied as easily as she breathed air. Her innocent smile and slight tilt of her head were enough that even the most decorated detective wouldn’t blink an eye.
I wondered which parent she got that from.
Giovani stared at Dahlia for a long, hard minute, but Dahlia wasn’t one to back down. She continued to smile, as sweet and innocent as possible.
Finally, he looked over at me, meeting my eyes.
I glanced at Dahlia and then Giovani with a guilty look. I wanted to tell him I was just trying to be a good friend, I was only doing this for Dahlia, and I didn’t want to lie to him, but there was only so much you could say in a single glance.
“If you don’t mind, cousin, We’d like to head to the club now.” Dahlia purposefully emphasized the word club, staring him in the eye unblinkingly even as she lied to his face. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Giovani could have been made of stone at this exact moment, and I wouldn’t question it one bit, from the look in his eyes to the way he refused to move with even a breath. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he wasn’t even breathing, just a statue in our path.
But then, with one last look at me, one as cold as marble, he stepped to the side.
“Thank you, Gio,” Dahlia giggled, grabbing my arm before I could say another word.
“Dolly–” I tried to speak up, not willing to leave Giovani when he looked like this, but there was no arguing with Dahlia.
She dragged me out the door. I looked behind me right before the door shut and Giovani’s eyes met mine.
For a moment, I thought I saw a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes. The words I wanted him to say reflected in his gorgeous irises before the door cut us off.
Don’t go, they said.
*Olivia*
I was right. This date was a disaster.
I thought it would be but not like this. Lorenzo and his friend, Adrian, took us to Regina Bistecca, a very popular restaurant that was packed to the brim on this particular Saturday night. Luckily, Lorenzo only had to drop his name before we were seated.
Adrian sat next to me while Dahlia and Lorenzo took the other side of the table. The two hadn’t stopped giggling or making goo-goo eyes at each other since the night started. I already knew this was going to be a long night.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, throwing an arm around the back of mine like we were already close.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Olivia,” Adrian breathed into my ear. “You’re beautiful tonight. Thanks for dressing up for me.”
My eye twitched. Though Adrian was certainly attractive, with a strong jawline and muscles in the right places, he was definitely not my type.
“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Barbieri,” I said with a strained smile, trying to draw a line. I shifted further away from him, trying not to be noticeable.
“Call me Adrian, Olivia.” He grinned at me. “I’d love to hear my name coming from your lips.”
I tried not to cringe as the waitress passed by with a water pitcher, pouring all of us a glass. I took a sip of the water, hoping to cool down my temper, which was rising by the second.
I glanced at Dahlia, who giggled quietly, absolutely beaming as Lorenzo kept whispering in her ear. I saw his thumb rubbing her hand back and forth, so intimately like it was natural.
I sighed. I wouldn’t ruin this for Dahlia.
“Any drinks I can get you tonight?” the waitress asked in a heavy accent, her name tag declaring herself as Rina.
Just as I opened my mouth, however, I was cut off by Adrian’s loud voice.
“She’ll have the Dolcetto d’Ovada,” Adrian said proudly, “and I’ll have the same.”
My eye twitched again as I turned to Adrian with a flabbergasted look. Did he just order for me?
“Sure,” Rina sent me an unsure glance.
I grabbed my water, sipping it down to calm my anger. Lorenzo ordered another fancy wine for him, but he at least had the manners to ask Dahlia what she wanted before he ordered.
As Rina turned around to leave, I caught sight of Adrian leaning over to watch her–his eyes clearly not on her shoes.
Not even ten minutes in and three strikes already.
Oh, this was not going well.
As the meal went on, it was clear that Adrian wasn’t just oblivious; he was also not too bright.
It started when they brought out a charcuterie board full of meats and cheeses. Adrian, unaffected by my horrified stare, started to cut the small pieces of cheese with his knife and then put them on my plate.
