The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 54: Pizza

"Hey." I watched as Cara quickly locked her phone and smiled up at me. She was getting lots of texts after the competition, most of the people telling her that they were nothing without her.

It was true, she was the best.

"Hey." She patted the seat beside her.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, sitting down, buttoning my suit. The small chapel was packed and it was really hot, everyone fanning themselves with their hands. "Luca was nervous."

"You're like his own personal best man." Cara chuckled.

"Someone referred to you as a top model." I whispered into her ear.

"You're lying."

"I swear. It was Italian, but I understood."

Cara shook her head, she didn't believe me, but I wasn't lying. I think it was an Italian cousin of Ace.

The wedding began and I had difficulties focusing on just one person. Both Ace and Martina looked amazing. I didn't know which of the two looked hotter. The ceremony was in English, but the priest had a very strong Italian accent.

"Are you Christian?" I asked to Cara, leaning over her ear.

She thought about it, then nodded. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" I wasn't expecting that.

"Well, not much." She frowned. Weird answer. "I don't know. You?"

"Nope."

The ceremony was uneventful, nobody objected or anything like that. Everyone from Martina's part, I guessed her Spanish family, began to cry when Ace read his vows in Spanish.

That was sweet, not gonna lie. Even if you didn't understand, you could feel the emotion in his voice, Martina crying, too. They sealed the deal with a movie kiss, a little before the priest could actually tell them that they could kiss. I guess they were eager to get married.

When Cara saw the table full of gifts when we were walking towards the venue, she opened her eyes wide, turning her head towards me. "Did we get them something?"

"We got them money."

"Oh." She frowned, but visibly relaxed. "Just tell me later how much my part is."

"Sure." I wasn't going to do that, but I nodded, helping her make our way to one of the high tables. She didn't want to bring her crutch today so I guess I acted a little bit as her support.

"I'm actually glad I don't have to wear heels."

"You wasn't going to wear them anyway." I scoffed, helping her sit down on a stool. There was an 'aperitivo' as they said in Italian, before lunch and everyone was standing up, beginning to drink, but Martina made sure that Cara had a seat before we sat down at our table.

"I want that pink thingy I had yesterday." She squinted her eyes, looking around at the trays the waiters were holding.

"Rosé?"

"I love how you say that." She smiled.

I smirked. "Does that turn you on?"

"Guys!" Riley came over to us. "Oh my god, I had to go reapply my makeup, I cried so much." She wrapped an arm around Cara, who laughed. "Ready to party?"

She smiled. "I'm drinking today."

"Yay. High five!" They high-fived and Riley laughed. "Oh god, I don't know how much I'll last, I already had a few shots."

I shook my head amused and Cara pouted. "You had them without me!"

"Easy, okay?" I mumbled, kissing her temple.