after you’d been invited to your moms birthday dinner, you dressed in a soft fabric. a floral sun dress. it fit you good, for sure. at least that’s what he thought when he stared at you from across the room.

Alvisè fucking Aurelio.

what the fuck was he doing here?

you’d hated him ever since you were teens. why? why did you have so much hatred in your heart for an individual?

before you could even think, even try and get angry or annoy your mother Charlotte about the Aurello family joining you tonight, Amina Aurello, the mother came over to you with a wide smile, her monolid—slender eyes looking you up and down.

“well don’t you look like a doll, dear!” she hugged you softly. all of her hugs always made you feel warm.

the rest of the Aurello family spread out, speaking to all the guests and having fun.

suddenly, your eyes landed on Alvisè. the tight black dress shirt that clung to his body for dear god. he wore his hair down—god you loved it when he wore his hair down.

his green eyes landed on you, eying you up and down once more before he headed to the patio door, using his pointer finger along with his middle, asking you to meet him outside.