Page 13 of Bella Rosa
I take a little sip of my lemonade while I think through all the clothes I brought with me. "Maybe a white dress that's fitted on the top and flowy at the bottom. I brought some cute wedges to go with it too. That way I don't break an ankle on this cobblestone." I halfheartedly kick the cobblestone for good measure.
Juli gives me a big nod and an even bigger smile. "That'll be perfect. You are going to blow his mind!"
I roll my eyes and point back at her with what's left of my sandwich. "Hey! Knock it off! Nothing is going to happen."
Now it's her turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, girlfriend."
We finish eating, and head back to Alda's so I can show Juli my dress for tonight. Even Alda comes up to my room to see my outfit, and sits with us for a while. They even bring out their old photo albums.
This all feels so foreign to me. My mom and I have never done anything like this. Hell, we only see each other a few times a year. After my parents divorced when I was six, I didn't spend much time with my mom. When my dad died she reluctantly took me in. I was a disruption to her carefully constructed life. She was a lawyer, so she had plenty of money to spend on lavish vacations with her friends. So I spent a lot of time with various babysitters until I was finally old enough to stay on my own. I feel a tightness in my chest as I realize what I could have had.
Alda shakes her head while she looks at me through the mirror. "I just can't believe he would have a girlfriend. I've never known of him to date. He's such a serious boy. He seems so consumed with that restaurant of his. Are you sure you heard him correctly?"
"Luca mentioned telling two girls he couldn't make it to something. Ouch!"
I swat at the hair brush Juli is using in my rats nest I like to call hair. The wind was not my friend today. "Sorry!" She gives me a small smile before resuming her task. "I just want you to look perfect tonight, and let's be honest... you need some help with this mane of yours." She motions to all my hair. It's always been unruly, and I've always kept it long. It's currently down to the end of my rib cage.
"There! You're ready." Juli says while spinning me around so I can use a handheld mirror and the vanity mirror to look at the back of my hair.
"Oh don't you look lovely," Alda says as she pushes a stray hair out of my face.
It's a simple half up hair style, but it's way more than I would have been able to do. Juli used two braids to pull my hair back into a small bun. It's so beautiful I have to keep myself from touching it.
I stand from the vanity, and give her a hug. "Thank you! It is absolutely beautiful."
"Of course," Juli answers.
I add a few finishing touches to my makeup, before I put on my shoes. "How do I look?"
I do a little twirl for dramatic effect. I did my eye makeup a little darker tonight to edge it up a bit. The white dress seemed too innocent. I'm not sure why, but it's suddenly important that Matteo doesn't view me as this innocent girl, but as a woman. A woman who knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to work for it.
Now I just need to figure out what it is I want when it comes to the tall, dark, and dreamy man I can’t stop thinking about.
9
The Vespa
Matteo
Imayormaynot have bought a second helmet for my Vespa as soon as I left the bakery this morning.
Seeing her almost did me in. I didn’t think I was going to be able to walk away. I could barely breathe. I don’t know what it is about her that makes her so special. I haven’t even spoken to her that much.
She has this way of getting under my skin, in my thoughts, and consuming my dreams.
I woke up rock hard this morning. I dreamt of her all night. I dreamt of what she would feel like under me. Of the sounds she would make. Of the way it would feel when we came together as one. I reach down to adjust myself in my pants. I’ve got to stop thinking that way or I’ll wreck my Vespa.
As I make my way to Alda’s bed and breakfast I can’t help but wonder how on earth I got to this point. Desperate enough to spend basically every other night for three weeks with someone I know I shouldn’t have anything to do with.
How did I get so desperate for my dad's approval? How did it come to the point my success is now dependent on his approval? It shouldn’t matter. I should just go off and do it on my own. I have the funds and the ability. Then I can show him how much better things could be if he would just trust me.
I can’t do that though. I don't want to do it without him. I couldn’t possibly bring myself to do it without his approval and support. I just wish I could find a way to make him see my point of view.
If that means spending time with a woman who makes me want to forget everything I’m working for and ride off into the sunset, then so be it. I just have to stay strong. That’s going to be easier said than done though. Especially since I almost couldn’t control myself at the bakery this morning. How embarrassing.
I made sure to alleviate some tension in the shower before coming to pick her up. Maybe that will help keep me and my dick in line. One can hope anyway. No. I have to. I can’t afford to get distracted. And I know once I get a taste I may never let her go. Then she’ll have all the power to break me when she leaves. They always leave.
I pull up in front of the building and turn the engine off. I jump off and use my foot to pull out the kickstand. I take off my helmet and hang it on the handle bars.
