𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

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⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙


It was the last night of our honeymoon, and Luciano had planned something special: a midnight showing of Fast X. As soon as he mentioned it, I practically jumped up, the words tumbling out before I could stop myself. 


"I love the Fast & Furious movies! They were my whole childhood!" I blurted out, then covered my mouth, embarrassed by how excited I sounded. Luciano just smirked at me, clearly amused.

I decided to keep things cozy for the movie and slipped into my comfiest outfit: a blue sweatshirt with loose, grey sweatpants that hugged my hips just right. My hair stayed down, hanging loose and wavy. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Luciano already waiting, leaning against the wall. He wore a grey sweatshirt that almost matched mine, and I couldn't help laughing.

"We look like we're coordinating, don't you think?" I teased.

He glanced at me, that familiar smirk making an appearance. "Didn't know you'd be trying to match me."


Rolling my eyes, I shrugged, already feeling a playful vibe setting in. He'd even called the driver so we didn't have to drive ourselves. On the way to the car, I asked, "What snacks are you planning on getting?"


He raised a brow at me. "Is that what you're thinking about already?"


"Of course! What else are movies for?" I shot back with a grin. His amused chuckle made me feel a bit silly, but it was all in good fun. We slid into the backseat, and he settled beside me. As we drove to the theater, Luciano looked out the window, half-listening to me rattle off every reason why each Fast & Furious movie was the best.


Finally, we arrived. The cinema was stunning, with polished marble floors and gold-accented chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegant leather chairs and velvet couches in the lobby. I couldn't help but stare, eyes wide.

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