.°🎷 ༘ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 happens when two upper east siders
make the forbidden contract? rumor has it cairo
accardi and solana cerbreiro had a secret fling at
the new year's eve gala, and now we hear there's
a wedding involved. only that the two can't
ev...
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"SOLANA, I would love for you to join us. I miss see my only daughter around the house. You always knew how to cheer you dear old dad up. It's at six, meu chuchu!"
"I know papa. I'll be there. I promise. I love you but I have to go."
"Alrighty, Solani. I love you too and I'll see you tonight."
I hung up, swirling around in my office chair groaning in despair. I love my father but I'd be damned if I have to spend more than an hour around my mother. My father always encouraged me to be confident, caring, and appreciative of the riches he showered me with. He is my inspiration, and every chance I have to make him proud, I throughly succeed.
Today, he was holding his annual dinner party with his old college confidants and business partners. It's a mandatory meeting for everyone to attend in the family, and as long as I'm out by two hours, I should be able to avoid my mother.
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HEELS clicked throughout the hall, my eyes scanning my old home's interior. My father is a stickler for mediterranean decor, marble cream tiles and dark browns arrange with high ceilings and chandeliers. I have to admit that he has an eye for art and decor. I took a left out of the grande foyer into the living room that leads out to the backyard.
Fairy lights danced around the patio illuminating the surrounding lush green lawn and pool. People scatter between sitting poolside and occupying the patio sitting arrangements. Below the staircase, I located my father next to his old college friend, a boisterous bellow escaping from his lips.
He wore a crisp polo sweater, the same deep shade of burgundy that dyed my dress and lips, light wash jeans, and the ugly mustard yellow colored crocs I bought him last year for Christmas after learning about his swollen feet problems. I should recant my statement about him having style in the near future.
He had a small patch of grey at his temple where his curls met the base of his scalp, dark brown narrow eyes, and a full lips like mine. I would almost describe him in a way that I would a gentle bear. Tall, burly, kind, gives great hugs. Almost like how most would imagine an old grandpa, in a sense.
"Solana! My daughter doesn't love me any more! Ack! My heart, por favor!" He clutched his shirt like he was going to drop down and call nine-one-one for a heart attack.
He's so dramatic.
I rolled my eyes and met him near the edge of the patio to give him a well deserved hug.
