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ballerina away. Too
late. The shop’s entrance bells chime through the room, stealing my thoughts,
but giving me hope that whoever has decided to crash this moment might provide
the distraction I desperately need.
My
older brother, Rafe, along with my mother enter the shop and she’s headed
straight toward Adriana.
“Is
this the girl you told me about, Rafael?” she asks Rafe as she beams a smile at
me, her dark eyes filled with happiness. “She’s beautiful.” What did my
brother do this time?
Adriana
turns around in time to find herself wrapped up in Mama’s embrace. Behind their
backs, I shake a fist at Rafe. In return, I get a devious grin. Things have
always been this way between us. Me trying to live carefree and commitment
free, while my older brother has made it a mission to ensure that I’m unable to
do the very thing I’ve been working toward.
Mama
pulls back, turns to me, and states, “Son, she’s gorgeous. You’ve been holding
out on me.” Adriana gives me a questioning glance, but surprisingly, she plays
along with my brother’s deceit. He has obviously led our mother to believe that
Adriana is my new longtime girlfriend.
“What’s
your name, dear?” Mama asks.
“Adriana.
Umm—”
“Adri-ana.
Such a pretty name for an equally lovely girl. I’m Simona, Luca’s mother.
Rafael has told me all about my youngest son’s secret,” Mama says, glancing at
me with a knowing look of pride. She looks so happy. I hate to destroy this
moment for her, but I know it’s only fair for me to do so.
“Well
then, Luca and girlfriend, Adriana,” Rafe interrupts before I’m able to say
anything, “I’m sure you won’t mind bringing her to dinner this evening.”
Asshole. He knows I can’t say no. We both share the same goal: to make sure
Mama stays as happy as possible these days. Unfortunately, she has made it her
personal goal to make sure I’m good and settled down by the time I turn
twenty-eight in three years.
I
find myself at the mercy of one of my Juliettes for the second time in my life,
and I have no fucking idea what to do about it. The first time I allowed a
woman to capture my heart turned into an utter disaster, a fiasco that my other
brother, Giovanni—a MMA fighter and sometimes designer who lives in New York
City—won’t ever allow me to live down.
Locking
gazes with Adriana, I can almost see the debate brewing behind her big eyes as
she decides whether to play along or bust my ass. Luckily, she says, “Sure, I’d
love to come.” Then she bestows upon me a genuine smile.
Every
muscle in my body loosens up. I want to pull this girl into my arms and have
mad, primal sex with her right here and now. Erase those thoughts. She’s your
boss’s daughter. Hell no, I won’t wipe out anything about her. If I had any
doubt about this being my defining moment before, the one where you know you’ve
met someone who’s about to change your life in some significant way, then it
has been completely erased now.
Both
Joanna and Lisbeth are sitting on my bed, watching me change outfits. I’ve gone
through about thirty … no kidding. I finally settle on a pair of silky black
leggings and an oversized purple tunic that has yellow flowers etched into the
design on the short sleeves. The silky cotton shirt sits just below my
waistline in the front and drapes down to the middle of my thighs in back. I’ve
pulled my dark hair up into a loose bun, allowing several strands to flow
freely along the edges of my hairline. Staring at myself in the full-length
mirror, I’m thinking Luca’s mouth will fall open once he sees me in this hot
little number.
“For
someone who’s just using this guy to make another dude jealous, you sure are
putting a ton of effort into getting dressed. And you need to lose the
stockings,” Jojo says, moving into a sitting position. Some of her fine, blonde
hair, which she has dyed pink and secured in four knots on top of her head,
falls loose around
late. The shop’s entrance bells chime through the room, stealing my thoughts,
but giving me hope that whoever has decided to crash this moment might provide
the distraction I desperately need.
My
older brother, Rafe, along with my mother enter the shop and she’s headed
straight toward Adriana.
“Is
this the girl you told me about, Rafael?” she asks Rafe as she beams a smile at
me, her dark eyes filled with happiness. “She’s beautiful.” What did my
brother do this time?
Adriana
turns around in time to find herself wrapped up in Mama’s embrace. Behind their
backs, I shake a fist at Rafe. In return, I get a devious grin. Things have
always been this way between us. Me trying to live carefree and commitment
free, while my older brother has made it a mission to ensure that I’m unable to
do the very thing I’ve been working toward.
Mama
pulls back, turns to me, and states, “Son, she’s gorgeous. You’ve been holding
out on me.” Adriana gives me a questioning glance, but surprisingly, she plays
along with my brother’s deceit. He has obviously led our mother to believe that
Adriana is my new longtime girlfriend.
“What’s
your name, dear?” Mama asks.
“Adriana.
Umm—”
“Adri-ana.
Such a pretty name for an equally lovely girl. I’m Simona, Luca’s mother.
Rafael has told me all about my youngest son’s secret,” Mama says, glancing at
me with a knowing look of pride. She looks so happy. I hate to destroy this
moment for her, but I know it’s only fair for me to do so.
“Well
then, Luca and girlfriend, Adriana,” Rafe interrupts before I’m able to say
anything, “I’m sure you won’t mind bringing her to dinner this evening.”
Asshole. He knows I can’t say no. We both share the same goal: to make sure
Mama stays as happy as possible these days. Unfortunately, she has made it her
personal goal to make sure I’m good and settled down by the time I turn
twenty-eight in three years.
I
find myself at the mercy of one of my Juliettes for the second time in my life,
and I have no fucking idea what to do about it. The first time I allowed a
woman to capture my heart turned into an utter disaster, a fiasco that my other
brother, Giovanni—a MMA fighter and sometimes designer who lives in New York
City—won’t ever allow me to live down.
Locking
gazes with Adriana, I can almost see the debate brewing behind her big eyes as
she decides whether to play along or bust my ass. Luckily, she says, “Sure, I’d
love to come.” Then she bestows upon me a genuine smile.
Every
muscle in my body loosens up. I want to pull this girl into my arms and have
mad, primal sex with her right here and now. Erase those thoughts. She’s your
boss’s daughter. Hell no, I won’t wipe out anything about her. If I had any
doubt about this being my defining moment before, the one where you know you’ve
met someone who’s about to change your life in some significant way, then it
has been completely erased now.
Both
Joanna and Lisbeth are sitting on my bed, watching me change outfits. I’ve gone
through about thirty … no kidding. I finally settle on a pair of silky black
leggings and an oversized purple tunic that has yellow flowers etched into the
design on the short sleeves. The silky cotton shirt sits just below my
waistline in the front and drapes down to the middle of my thighs in back. I’ve
pulled my dark hair up into a loose bun, allowing several strands to flow
freely along the edges of my hairline. Staring at myself in the full-length
mirror, I’m thinking Luca’s mouth will fall open once he sees me in this hot
little number.
“For
someone who’s just using this guy to make another dude jealous, you sure are
putting a ton of effort into getting dressed. And you need to lose the
stockings,” Jojo says, moving into a sitting position. Some of her fine, blonde
hair, which she has dyed pink and secured in four knots on top of her head,
falls loose around
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