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Adrian smiled, having his mother’s attention, and I couldn’t help but smile too. He was so cute and was so good at lightening up my mood. Babies were great when they didn’t shit on you.
I asked Kira to just tell me random stuff to keep my mind away from Antonio, and she did. I made faces at Adrian, making him giggle. In the end, it didn’t fix everything, but it gave me the strength to smile as I was off to dinner. I sucked at fake smiles and needed real ones. Luckily Adrian gave them to me.
Still, I was afraid of losing it when I saw Antonio. He didn’t greet us when we got to the house, and he was not in the dining room. My chest tightened with the thought of him not coming today. Was it because of me?
I was so sad, and it was almost impossible to hide it from everybody else. I felt like I was drowning. This was not the way it was supposed to go. He was supposed to fall for me.
And luckily, when he stepped into the room, all the horrible thoughts left me.
I couldn’t help my huge grin when I saw him. It was not because he was here. It was not because his black suit looked amazing on him; it was not because his golden eyes found me with such intensity in the crowd. It was because of a whole another reason. He was telling me something. He was giving me a chance at something more. He was showing me I didn’t mean just a momentary fun to him. I meant much more. He wanted me in the long run.
I knew I was not exaggerating. He was a smart-ass man. I knew he wanted to tell me something. I knew everything I got was right.
I knew our story was not over because Antonio was here. He was here with a clean, shaved face.
Antonio
She got it. I knew she got it from the glimmer in her eyes. I knew she got it because she shone.
Imade her shine.
It gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I tried to remember if I had ever felt it before but failed. She was shaping me from scratch. She was doing things to me; I had no idea what. It was horrible. It was strange and irritating. I felt very uncomfortable, but there was no way I could get rid of it. It was almost like I enjoyed the pain she caused me.
Her brightness was worthy of all my discomfort.
At first, I didn’t know what to do. It was very weird for me. I always stuck to my plan. My plan was to meet her to see if she was really fitting to be my bride. I was also planning to kiss her again too. I would have slept with her if she had gone with it. I wanted her as my bride, and seeing how much Gabriele cared for her, she needed to want me too.
After the date, I was going to ask Gabriele for her hand. It was going to be our final truce meeting. Marriage was always a great way to an alliance.
It was a perfect plan, and I was still going to go through with it. I even talked to Salvatore this morning. He was, of course, aware of the heat between Priscilla and me because Mia was good at picking up those things, and she always talked about it to Salvatore.
Salvatore was actually getting ready to tell me to be careful and not to mess up our truce for a fuck. When I told him my intentions were long-term, he was actually happy. He knew this was a good plan too. We were going to hit two birds with one stone.
Yet, I still shaved my beard. I could have just asked Gabriele for her hand. She was sad when we parted, but she still wanted me. I could tell from the look she gave me before leaving. She would not put up a fight, but I needed more. Since she told me Gabriele didn’t like me, I knew I needed additional help. I needed her to convince Gabriele.
I could have asked yesterday night. Ishouldhave asked yesterday night, but I couldn’t. Her sadness put me off so much. If her happiness was irritating, her sadness was suffocating.
It was so wrong.
I asked to kiss her one last time. I meant that night, but she got it twisted. I didn’t even understand why she was so off. When I returned home, I wanted to rip my hair off. I acted so stupidly. She thought it was our last kiss forever.
She was kind of dramatic and liked to see the world in a poetic way. I knew that already. I should have understood. I should have handled the situation better.
Luckily it was not an irreversible mistake. I might not have a chance to talk to her since she was probably very upset with me because I told her I couldn’t give her love. She thought she was a night of fun for me. She had to know she was more.
Both times I kissed her, she told me how my beard bothered her. It was the perfect opening. My beard was not more important than this.
It was a message only two of us could understand. It was a silent apology for my words. It was the sign that I had every intention of kissing her again.
And she understood it all. She understood I wanted to give her something real. Maybe not in the way she wanted, but it was going to be good enough. If I could convince Gabriele to ask his sister’s opinion, she was going to handle the rest.
I was going to have her as my bride.
After all, my plan was going to be successful.
I was all brains, and she was all about the heart, but I could still manage this. I never lost.
During dinner, I got more and more sure about my victory. The way Priscilla was looking at me was indescribable. She was trying to be discreet, but she was an open book. Her gaze was full of adoration. It reminded me of her words and how she wanted love. Maybe I should have been bothered by it, but I could only focus on how much pleasure I could give her. Her need was so obvious yesterday night, and it was so obvious during dinner. She wanted me. She just didn’t want a one-time thing.
