Enzo Salvatore- a wealthy business man by day, sexy mafia boss by night. He has it all. The money, the looks, the wealth, and usually the women. Yet when he crosses paths with Aria, he feels as though he's missing an important piece.
Aria Lopez- she...
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"Sure," I say before I can even properly think about it.
What if this is his way of kidnapping me, or selling me to some small prince? Or what if he might try to kill me and eat my flesh for dinner with his girlfriend like in that movie? Stupid, stupid mouth. Why did I say sure before I even ask him to elaborate?
"I wasn't expecting an answer so quick," He says as he leans back in his chair across from me, I nervously laugh in response.
"It's an event held by this conceited guy, I go every year, and each time he's pleaded with me to bring a plus one. It would also be a good opportunity to sell your business to a wider audience" That sly banana. It would be a good opportunity but who on earth would I sell it to there? The drunk ladies hanging off the men's arms like it's their last will to live?
"Who'd be there that would even be interested?" I ask him. He rubs his jaw, looking deep in thought.
"Some fashion designers, many international ones" He replies, that would be a good opportunity. Her Obsession is trying to make its world wide but it's still missing some major countries.
"Such as?" It's good to know who'll be there so I can do some background research on them to see what their style of fashion is like, and how to win them over.
"I think there are two major ones. Lee Won I think? And Kevin James" I look him dead in the eyes.
"No fricken way! They're so successful and creative, those should have been the first words out of your mouth" I tell him. This will be amazing. Where would I even begin with them? Do I need to create some new designs based on their style for the new season? He laughs at my excitement.
"I figured you'd know them. Well, it begins at 7 pm tomorrow, so I'll pick you up at 6:30?" Will that give me enough time to get ready after work? Maybe, it'll have to be. He stands up and picks up the takeout bag.
"Okay, I'll text you my address," We both say bye to each other before I look at the time. 10:30 pm. Holy shit. I need to get these designs picked and email them to management.
It's midnight when I get home. I'm not sure how time went that quickly with him or how I didn't fall asleep whilst working. I'm just glad to be home now. I get ready to get into bed when I remember that I need to send Enzo my address.
Me - 7 Pandora Avenue, The Heywards Apartment block.
Enzo - Remember, 6:30 sharp bella
Me - I'll be waiting
Enzo - What color dress will you be wearing, our dresses can't match
