“For Gabriel,” Alessio fires back.
“Gabriel is married.”
“Not yet.” I roll my eyes. “Calm down.”
“In five weeks, so same thing.”
“There’s still time to run.” Alessio smirks as he raises his glass to me.
I smile and then drop my face immediately.
My mother’s main mission in life is to marry off her children, she’s being met with harsh resistance on all counts.
I open the menu, peruse the choices and roll my eyes. “Why do we always come here. I hate vegan food.”
“And yet you always eat everything on your plate,” Mom replies.
“I want meat.” I sigh.
“When you are married, you will want for nothing.”
Ugh. I gulp my wine too, Alessio’s mood is rubbing off on me.
Nagging is her favorite sport.
“Where is Carina?” I ask.
“Your sister had an appointment.”
“What did you say to Arabella?” Mother asks Alessio.
I glance over and see a familiar face, what was his name. I watch him for a moment as I try to place him…Rodney.
He worked for me back when Gracie was here.
I wonder…
He stands to go to the bar, and before I can stop myself, I stand too. “Torno tra un attimo.” (“Back in a moment.”) I stride over and stand next to him at the bar. “Rodney.” I smile.
His face falls before he catches it, and I roll my lips to hide my smirk. Soft cock.
“Mr. Ferrara,” he stammers nervously. “Hi.”
“Hello.” I reply. “How are you?”
“Good, and you?”
“I’m great.”
The bartender walks over. “What will it be?”
“Let me buy you a drink, Rodney.”
“Oh, I couldn’t.”
“I insist.” I smile as I sit down on the barstool. “Two Blue Label scotches, please?”
Rodney’s eyes widen at my order. “I’ve got to go back to work.”