𝑀𝒮. 𝒞𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝒜𝒦𝐸𝑅

8 | Awkward

Lila's POV :

I felt bad. Through the whole dinner Isabelle kept giving me death glares. I didn't realize that this would make her uncomfortable. I just thought it would be fun if we sat and ate dinner with them. Turns out, I completely understand what Isabelle meant when she told me this was a bad idea. 

"So, what are you doing here?" Stefano asked for a 12th time in the last half hour. This guy. 

"I'm here babysitting Julian with my friend." Once again, my answer was the same. I didn't have any problem talking back to either of them.

I grew up with strict parents, meaning I had to learn to defend myself when someone spoke badly about my name. I was never allowed outside the house if I was going to hang out with a guy, and if I was, I had to take my older brother with me in case something bad happens.

That's were I got my big mouth, and anxiety's from. As much as a big crowd fears me, seeing someone clearly be rude to be isn't something that I'll let slide.

"What about you Stefano what are you doing here? You seem to ask way too many questions." Christian turns to Julian making sure he's eating food.

"Don't worry about it girl."

"That girl has a name." Isabelle finally spoke her first words.

"Once again, not one I care for." He smiled strongly.

"Stefano, enough." Christian voice boomed through the entire house. That shut up Stefano completely. He only rolled his eyes and stared down at his food.

"I didn't catch your name." Christian looked ahead at me. His piercing green eyes stared at my plain brown ones.

"Lila Lee." My name wasn't like every other brown girls. My name was much different. One of the biggest and main reasons I got bullied throughout middle school. You could say my name is more of a 'white' person's name.

People told me I was whitewashed, and that my parents already knew I'd be a disappointment and that's why they gave me a name nothing close to my ethnicity.

"What do you major in?" He sounded exactly like my father. My parents wanted me to have any other classic job that would give you respect and money.

"Professional cooking." I bet he already knew that. He nodded his head and turned back to his food.

I guess I understand why Isabelle didn't want to have dinner with them. Their annoying questions and presences isn't calming even in the slightest. I need to say sorry again. 

"You know, next week. We have an event. You ladies can accompany us." Stefano said with a grin. Of course we weren't gonna go. Imagine having to spend the entire night with these two. 

"We're busy."

"No you're not." I hate Stefano. I looked over at Christian and he was clearly taken a back by the invitation. 

Our bickering goes back and forth until Christian has to stop us all over again. 

"Enough. If either one of you want to join us next week, I'll send the location to Isabelle and you can come. If not, this conversation is over." He got off the table with his empty dishes and went into the kitchen. 

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Stefano's POV :

Fuck she's hot. You gotta love a girl who has the guts the talk back. Never once did she let me have the last word, and at the end, I just gave it to her. 

She got the last word.

She smirked taking a seat on the couch while Belle and Christian put our dishes in the washer.