Page 1 of Aria De Luca
Prologue
Past
Love.
People would die for that shit.
But even love isn't always enough.
I'm starting to learn the difference between loving someone and wanting to be loved.
Loving someone means you would do anything for that person you love; you would go above and beyond to make that person happy and make them feel safe.
Wanting to be loved is just wanting all of those things.
Me?
I am starting to realize the harsh truth.
I had the first doubt when Dante hit me and pushed me to the ground making me vulnerable. He has been doing that a lot more lately and instead of still loving him, I am getting scared.
But at the same time, I feel like most of the time it's my fault and he is doing it all to make our relationship better.
Is that normal for couples?
"Aria?" I look up from my plate and see Layna raising her eyebrow at me.
"Yea?" I ask before looking around at the table. Everyone is sitting at the table looking at me. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What were you saying?"
"I asked if you and Dante were doing anything for your second year?"
Oh, that's right.
Our Two-Year Anniversary.
It's coming up and I still haven't figured out what to buy him.
"I think we might just relax and hang out. I don't know if he has anything planned or not." I see Layna look across the table at my mom and my mom gives her a sad look. "Do you know where he is or if he is on his way here?" I ask.
"He messaged me that he is going to be here soon. I sent him on a warehouse check, in Pasadena," my dad says.
For the rest of dinner, we all eat quietly and finish our food. By the time everyone is done, I get a text from Dante saying he is on his way, and he wants me to get ready. He says to dress in somethingnice.
After dinner, I go straight to my room and head to my closet.
As I look through my clothes, I think about what would make Dante happy, what would make him proud to be with me.
I decide to change into a white dress that ends above my knees. I pair it with white heels and some jewelry. Dante likes how the color white looks on me, so I choose this option. I keep my hair down and by the time I'm ready I get a text from Dante saying he is downstairs.
I grab my bag and jacket before going downstairs. I wave my parents goodbye as I walk out the front door.
I see Dante's black Mercedes-Benz parked in front of my house. The windows are rolled down so that I can see him.
I walk towards his car and then open the door.
"Hey, baby," Dante says once I sit in the passenger seat.
"Hi," I say as I close the door. "What took so long?"
