Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 9

A DATE WITH DENTE

I nervously glanced around the empty restaurant. Empty of patrons that was, except for me. I wasn’t sure what to do, afraid I was in the wrong restaurant. But upon the young male waiter politely confirming that I was at the right place, I calmed down and waited for Giovanni at the bar, since he hadn’t shown up yet.

A small part of me was really afraid of being the third wheel on his date, but the larger part was really fascinated and excited about the prospect of dining in this beautiful and luxurious restaurant set in the Grand Duke Hotel. I stood facing a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, and for the first time, I saw what I looked like after the complete makeover at the salon.

I was fair, with a light dusting of freckles on my nose. My hair was curled in ringlets. My green eyes matched the green dress perfectly, the very green dress that I’d dreamed about since I took it off at the boutique store. Giovanni was very kind to buy me this dress. Then again, he probably didn’t want to be embarrassed by his maid. But then again, it was weird for him to even bring me along on their date in the first place.

But I should be considerate and thank him when I saw him next, because never in my life had I dreamed of ever wearing such a beautiful dress for his kind of occasion. Pulling up my long dress, I caught a glimpse of my high heeled. I smiled at my own reflection. At home with Pa and Amelia, my typical outfit would consist of a pair of sneakers, a sweater, and tight jeans. Here I was Cinderella, going to the ball. Except this was an empty ball with just me, Cinderella, and no prince, as Giovanni still hadn’t made his appearance.

Who could blame him? It must be Jennifer he was waiting on. She must be taking her time in getting dressed. I’d been waiting for a good five minutes when the same male waiter approached me again.

“Would you like a drink, miss, while you wait?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m fine for now. Thank you.”

I shook my head, politely declining the offer. I wasn’t sure if Giovanni was paying for my meal since it was supposed to be a date between him and Jennifer, so water would be my best bet in case I had to pay for this meal myself.

“You must be the lucky woman tonight,” he chatted away beside me as if we were friends.

“We had to close the whole restaurant tonight because Mr. Dente requested to dine alone with his woman.”

So, that’s why the place is empty of patrons. Wait, what? His woman!

“Oh, you’re mistaken. I’m the other woman.” I quickly corrected his mistake.

“The other woman?” He showed me that what the hell is she on about look.

“I’m his maid, or her maid to be exact. No, more like the assistant for his woman.” I laughed, confused at my own explanation.

“Sorry, let me start again. I’m Mr. Dente’s maid. He’d asked me to accompany his woman. I’m only here in case they need anything, as a kind of personal assistant, you know. I believe Mr. Dente is coming with his woman, though, so they’ll be here soon.”

“Oh, well. My bad.” He scratched his head and laughed.

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I really thought you were his woman, since you looked so well-polished and all that.”

“I look well-polished?”

“Beautiful is the word. You look beautiful.” I smiled, somewhat reminiscing my past. How I wished Giovanni would say I looked beautiful.