Your relationship with Vic basically started like those romantic Christmas movies.
You've been living in your childhood neighborhood for years now, and it's always been a special place to you. Recently, you've been feeling nostalgic, thinking back to your teenage years and all the memories you've made here.
You use to be in a relationship with a now international rockstar. Victoria De Angelis. But she left 5 years ago to persew her dreams, leaving you behind.
"Y/n, honey, can you run the bakery today ? I have to run some errands for Christmas dinner with the David, Raggi, Torchio and De Angelis families. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Your mother liked to keep contact with the families with your old friends, making Christmas even more painful for you.
You always wondered why she did that. They weren't even there to celebrate it. You forced down the bitterness filling your senses and put on a smile. "Of course mom. I'll go." You slipped on a coat as she thanked you and have you your lunch.
You walked down the street, it was covered in snow and the kids were playing in the park. You smiled, thinking of how you used to do that when you were a teen yourself. You shook off that feeling that took over you and finally arrived to your family bakery.
You were very popular around since you had french specialities. After the war, your grandfather met your grandmother in Paris and she brought him home to Rome where they got married and had way too many kids.
The shop was expected to be full the whole day since tonight was Christmas Eve. At least your mind would stay occupied from thinking about the dinner of tonight.
It's the end of the afternoon already when you close the shop early and head back home. The guests should be here, being the early birds they usually are. Your mother usually uses another building next to the house, that used to be a farm, to host such big dinners, so you'll have time to change without seeing anyone yet. In front of your house there is the usual cars but one more than usual. A big black one. You shrug it off, thinking some guests came with two cars.
You get inside the house and your mother is holding snacks to take to the guests. She urges you to go take a shower and change. You go there reluctantly. You take your sweet time doing your hair and makeup. You go for a sparkly black dress, with puffy long sleeves, that embraces your curves and falls to your knees.
You walk through the garden to the ancient farm, trying not to sprain an ankle with your heels. You try to make an entrance as quiet and discreet as possible. Unfortunately the door cracks behind you and you mother exclaims your name, making the attention brought back to you.
You expected this so you turned around with an awkward smile. Which soon disappeared when you saw four figures with one specific person. You suddenly come face to face with your high school sweetheart. You haven't seen her in years, and you're surprised to see her here. It's been sure some time since she participated to those dinners.
