Belongs To Him

2 | Romeo & Juliet

Alina Windsor

A pillow smacks me in the face, and my body rolls off the bed. I don't move as I want to burst out into anger; the laughter once coming from the three of them is silenced.

"Fuck, sorry, Alina!" I hear Viv yell, worried, but I ignore her and keep my eyes shut.

"Alina?" This time Townes spoke, and I felt her shadow over me, "Shit is she dead?!" Her breath hitches, and as she goes to feel my pulse, my arm wraps around her wrist as she jumps.

"No, but I feel like it!" Opening my eyes to the three lost girls above me, they stood guilty. "Whose idea was it to pull this shit?" All heads turn to Townes, and she runs off to the next room.

It was the wake-up call I didn't need, and jet lag itself was a pain in my arse. I stood on my own two feet and peeked out to the morning sun. The city was waiting for us, and I found myself ready to face the day after a rough start. I'd get Townes back later... she has it coming.

The smell of bacon leads me into the stocked kitchen. Filled with an assortment of fresh fruits and morning sweets I then spot the bacon and fried potatoes to the side. I begin to fill a plate as Viv follows behind me.

"See, you can't be mad at me; I ordered us breakfast?" She argues as I don't even make eye contact, it was a second time falling on my butt, and there shall not be a third.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm already plotting," I look up at her, Taking my seat on the kitchen stool. An unsettled look filled her face as I smirked. I loved playing with Townes's paranoia, even if it might've been mean.

"You are evil, you know that?" I shrug in response and begin to dig into my delicious breakfast.

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The summer sun tanned my skin as I felt its warmth above me. Maybe it was the sweltering heat, but I felt its warm gaze against me. I could tell Vivian was struggling with it.

By the time we hit lunch, she was desperate to find a place to dine and prepare for our next walking excursion. I enjoyed getting our steps in, but I, too, was exhausted by now.

We stopped at a side restaurant that seemed more elegant than others. White tablecloths laced the dining room with unlit candles for the evening.

Approaching the hostess, we knew instantly we weren't dressed for the occasion. But I didn't quite care at this point, I was just starving and it was early. So, with no argument, she seated us as we followed her out to the back patio. It viewed over the city as we sat content with its views.

Scanning the menu my eyes lock with a certain pasta dish that suits my liking. I order a glass of Chardonnay and lean back in my seat. I was ready to devour a pasta dish right about now, mouth-watering in thought. Looking ahead, something catches my eye rather than someone.

Embarrassment fills me as I recognize him. Surrounded by a group of men, the man from yesterday sat at the table beside us, but it was more distant and secluded. But deep in conversation, he failed to notice me, thankfully.

My eyes draw back to Molly, who stares confused at the two forks in front of her. "But... which one do I use?" She lifts one of them, smaller than the other.