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We finished choosing accessories and makeup, and as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence and excitement. Tonight was going to be special.
However, the thought of my growing belly still lingered in the back of my mind. "Do you think this dress makes me look fat?" I asked, glancing at my profile nervously. I was seven months pregnant, and my baby bump was very noticeable.
Keisha rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin with my insecurities. "Soph, trust me, you look beautiful, and that baby bump makes you glow. So stop worrying about looking fat."
I sighed, realizing I was probably overthinking it once again. "You're right, Keisha. Thanks for being here with me through all this."
She smiled warmly. "Of course, Soph. Now, you're all set for your date with Matteo. Enjoy every moment!"
As I ended the video call with Keisha, she couldn't resist one last cheeky remark, accompanied by an exaggerated wink and a mischievous grin. "You better make sure that dress stays on all night, Sophia! Have fun!"
I chuckled, shaking my head at her playful nature. "Oh, Keisha, you're something else."
Just as I hung up, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, knowing who was waiting on the other side. I hurriedly reached the door and swung it open, revealing Matteo standing there, looking effortlessly handsome.
His attire was a perfect blend of casual and formal. A crisp white shirt accentuated his tanned skin, and the top buttons were undone, exposing a hint of his collarbones.
He wore dark jeans that fit him perfectly, emphasizing his lean physique. With his well-groomed stubble and tousled hair, he looked devastatingly handsome.
I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as my eyes took in his appearance. "Matteo," I greeted him with a soft smile.
He returned the smile, his eyes gleaming warmly as he looked at me. "Sophia, you look incredible."
A blush crept onto my cheeks as I glanced at the blue dress Keisha had helped me pick out. "Thank you. You look pretty amazing yourself," I replied, slightly breathless.
Matteo chuckled a hint of self-assuredness in his demeanor. "Shall we?" he asked, extending his arm for me to take.
I nodded, sliding my arm through his, our bodies blending together effortlessly. As we exited the mansion and entered the car already waiting out front, I couldn't help but feel excitement for the evening ahead.
With Matteo by my side and the promise of a special night, I was ready to enjoy every moment.
Under the soft glow of streetlights, Matteo and I walked hand in hand toward the restaurant he had chosen for our dinner date.
The city was alive around us, bustling with people and the distant hum of traffic. The night air was pleasantly cool, and I couldn't help but think how it felt like a scene from a romantic movie.
The hostess greeted us warmly as we entered the restaurant and led us to a cozy corner booth. The ambiance was perfect, with dimmed lighting and soft jazz music playing in the background.
We settled into our seats, and I couldn't help but notice how Matteo's eyes never left mine. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart race, yet it was also filled with a tenderness that made me feel cherished.
We perused the menu, sharing light conversations about our favorite dishes. Matteo ordered a bottle of wine, and as we waited for our food, he reached across the table to take my hand in his, his thumb gently caressing my knuckles.
"I've been looking forward to this evening," he confessed, his voice low and intimate.
I smiled, my cheeks tinged with a hint of blush. "Me too."
As our dinner arrived, we savored each bite, occasionally sharing the tastes of our dishes. The food was exquisite, and our date continued with laughter and playful banter.
Matteo and I shared stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale trying to outdo the other.
As I recounted a particularly amusing incident from my school days, Matteo couldn't help but laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sophia, you were a handful, weren't you?"
I grinned, feeling the warmth of his laughter wash over me. "You have no idea, Matteo. But I can't be the only one with embarrassing stories. Come on, your turn."
He leaned in closer, his gaze intense but playful. "Alright, but you have to promise not to judge me."
"Scout's honor," I replied, crossing my heart with my fingers.
Matteo chuckled, then began to tell a story involving a mishap during a family gathering that had left everyone in stitches.
