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10 - Disculpo

He wanted to apologize!

She had a vivid memory of that night, and the morning after. As far as she was concerned, she was over it. Pierce never even had a second thought about needing an apology from Carlos after that night. However, now that Carlos had mentioned it, he really did have a lot to apologize for. That was surely why she'd agreed to let Carlos Sainz take her out for dinner. 

Now that he said he had one, she wanted it!

Her body slouched as she realized with frustration that it didn't matter what shade of lipstick went best with the blush she had already applied. It didn't matter! She slathered on the shade of nude she always wore, clicking it shut and slipping it into her handbag. Whatever he had to apologize for, it didn't matter.

Apologies were what got her in this mess in the first place, anyway.

Entering her bedroom, Pierce sighed to herself as she examined the outfit options splayed out on the bed. She had been staring at them, wrapped in her towel, waiting for her body lotion to sink into her freshly sun-kissed skin, as if that would make the answer any clearer.

Carlos hadn't shared many details about his private dinner location that he supposedly had in mind, and at this point, Pierce didn't want to ask. She didn't want to give Carlos any satisfactory hint or inclination that she might actually care about how she looks on their d-

Dinner meeting. A meeting, over dinner. A discussion, held between two parties, over plates of food.

Black full-length dress it was, then. She scooped the simplest and easiest of the options up into her arms and flayed it out before sticking her arms in, one hole at a time, carefully expanding the neckline over her head. Some black slip-on Hermes sandals and a shawl to protect her from the cold, and Pierce was as ready as ever to go.

The rest of the house had already left for their evening escapade. It was quite the task convincing Sydney that Pierce really wanted to just stay at the house for the night. Not that Sydney thought Pierce really enjoyed going out every single night. It was more that she wanted things to go her way.

Pierce had gazed out the window to make sure the driver had whisked them away to whoever's product launch party before checking herself in the mirror and heading downstairs to await the car Carlos had insisted on sending.

It was hard to focus on one thing at a time with all of the thoughts that were screaming at Pierce all at once. She paced back and forth along the length of the entryway, zoned out at the wall of as she picked at her nailbeds, trying to concentrate only on the hypnotic click and slide of her sandals against the tile flooring.

This was insane. The whole thought of it; the brash decision she had made on a whim to say yes to Carlos. After telling him that she wanted nothing to do with him, and so carefully making those words a reality at any chance she could get! Ignoring him in the paddock, navigating around the McLaren on track like they were two opposing sides of a magnet.

Pierce, Pierce, Pierce, what are you doing?

Her heart drummed beneath her chest, the pain rushing in a satisfactory way down her finger as she bit too close to the nail, hitting a nerve.

That was what he had done. Her eyes met the moon, slowly climbing its way up from the horizon in the distance, bright and clear. Shining it's light down onto the dark world around it like a beacon.