Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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"Sweetheart, how's your first few days?" Elena asks me.
"It's weird. It's not like my old home."
If I got a dollar every time someone asked me how I was doing settling into my new home, I'd be rich. Wait- richer.
Christian's grandmother smiles. "Oh darling, that's normal. It took me about a month to get used to things."
I frown. "You had an arranged marriage too?"
"Oh no, darling. Do I look like someone who would allow that? I mean to be fair, I fell in love with someone who was already of high importance so it was approved. But even if he wasn't, I wouldn't have let it happen."
Elena sits back in her chair. "You know, You can always get to know each other. You and Christian. I think once you know each other, you'd work really well."
I smile. "Sure. But I don't think we'd ever like each other like that. Maybe friends. But nothing more. I'll try but if we don't make progress soon, I'm not going to continue trying."
"Oh, I suppose that's fair. Have you spoken to your mother recently?"
"No. I'll call her today." I tell her.
"Mm. Okay. Say hello to her for me." Elena slowly gets off her chair and makes her way towards the door.
"Will do."
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"Cariño, ¿cómo has estado? hablado desde la boda." My mother speaks on the phone. {Darling, How have you been? You haven't spoken to me since the wedding.}
"Sorry, Mom. This is still new to me. I have a lot of work. I'll make sure to call you more often. I promise."
She hums. "Alright then I might-"
She and I are cut off by a knock on my door. Leah walks into my room, with a sorry smile. "My apologies ma'am. Sir told me to let you know that you and him have been invited to a dinner party with his aunt. He wants you to get ready for seven."
"Mom, I'll call you back." I place my phone on my bed. "Okay. I'll get ready. Also, call me Tate. Ma'am makes me sound old."
"Of course Ma- Tate. Sorry, I'll get used to it. If you'd like any help with getting ready let me know. It's quite fancy."
"Okay. Let Christian know I'll be ready by seven."
6:01 p.m.
He only told me now!?. I have about an hour to go to dinner with people I don't even know.
I quickly make my way to the bathroom to take a shower and get myself ready for the night.
