(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "this is by far the most terrifying thing i've done." damiano takes a drag of his cigarette as you fix the collar of his shirt to put his tie on.

you smile. "don't you be so dramatic. they're going to love you. just like i do." you peck his lisp and go get the tie that goes with his jacket.

damiano and you have been dating for 3 months, in a private and low-key way because, well, he's one of the solo singers of the moment, with a fresh album and upcoming world tour... dating the crown princess of country.

and that'd break the internet.

"excuse you. you're not the one meeting a whole royal–elegant–polite–political correct–royalty family." he says exasperated, he plays with it bu tin reality he's been losing his mind about it for about a week.

"again, so dramatic." you do his tie and put it properly around his collar. "we will be fine–" you hear a honk outside the building. "and they're here."

"they? they as plural?" he says, watching you pick your small handbag and coat.

"calm down. it is just the driver." you say. "he's going to take us to the manor."

"manor? isn't it a palace?" he questions, turning his cigarette off in the ashtray and putting his coat on, too.

you chuckle. "yes, but back in country. why would we have a palace in rome?"

"fair enough." he opens the door for you, you walk out and he follows closing behind. "let's go." he grabs your hand and walk to the elevator.

you lean against his arm. "we're going to have a good time."