The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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"How can you think fried mozzarella is better than Korean hot dogs? Korean hot dogs literally have fried mozzarella in them?" My little farfalla said while taking a bite of her deep-fried ice cream -Americans really do deep fry everything.
We'd been here at the fair for the past 5 hours and it's been incredible. We've been on each ride, played pretty much each game, and have hit up way to many snack booths.
"Of course, you're a meat girl." "Enzo!" "What," I yelped back innocently. "Your such an ass," she said with a slight blush appearing
God it's so easy to get her flustered around me and I love it because her checks turn the slightest shade of pink.
"Come on babochka, let's go get more cotton candy!"
"Babochka?! Did you just call me a bitch?"
"It means butterfly in Russian; I'll be your Italian butterfly but only if you'll be my Russian butterfly."
I walk into rooms and people cower in fear. I'm the living nightmare parents warn their kids about. Yet here I am being dragged around a near empty state fairgrounds by this tiny blue eyed blonde girl who insists on calling me -butterfly, and I wouldn't have any other way.
Pulling me out of my thoughts, my farfalla handed me a stick with sky blue cotton candy on the end of it, and once again pulled me to a little bench attached to a table.
"God, I don't need any more sugar, I'm already hyper enough."
"You know you remind me of one old nannies."
"Oh really, was she blonde and fabulous?"
"No, she had black hair and green eyes actually... gosh I haven't thought about her in years, her name was Lindsay."
Finishing her cotton candy Katerina put her stick down and was looking at me with pure adoration in her eyes.
"That's a pretty name Lindsay."
"Very pretty, she was so beautiful inside and out."
"Was?" Katerina questioned with her ocean blue eyes expanding. "Omg I'm so sorry babochka" she said while putting her hand on top of mine and giving it a squeeze.
I honestly think my favorite feeling in the world is having her squeeze my hand. I didn't know that someone could give you a hug with their fingers but that's what it feels like -a hug.
I've seen in movies how people say a simple physical touch can make you feel safe and loved. I always thought that was stupid, I mean you by yourself can make yourself feel safe, not a hug or hand gesture.
And love ugh love.
"Lindsay, taught me how to love but she-."
How do I tell this girl, this drop-dead gorgeous girl who I like that after my nanny left me with my demon of a father I stopped believing in love.
