Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"Break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight, just let me be close to you."
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I watched from a distance as Jamie and Harley huddled together, whispering and giggling like mischief-makers up to no good and my eyes narrowed. Whatever they were planning, it couldn't be good.
"Your cousin looks far too pleased with himself. Should I be worried?" Harlan's arm tightened around my waist, his lips brushing my ear.
"Probably." I sighed, leaning into his warmth.
Harlan's low hum sent a shiver down my spine as I looked back and smiled when I saw Raphael standing behind them, his arms crossed and his expression as cold as ever.
Jamie jumped, nearly spilling his drink, and turned slowly, his expression turning sheepish when he met Raphael's flat stare.
"Oh, hey, Raphael... didn't see you there." He spoke casually when Raphael's lips twitched.
"Clearly," He glanced at Harley who was pretending to do something else, "Should I ask what you were plotting, or should I just escort you outside now before you ruin the wedding?"
"I wasn't going to ruin it! We were just... enhancing the festivities." Jamie defended himself when Harley snorted but then covered her mouth with her palm while Jamie glared at her.
"Whatever your definition of fun is, it stops now. Or I'll personally throw you out." Raphael's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp while Jamie grumbled under his breath.
"Fine." He mumbled with a defeated sigh.
"Good." Raphael's shoulders relaxed, but his eyes were still watchful as he turned, his gaze briefly meeting mine. He gave a barely perceptible nod before blending into the crowd, his presence as silent and commanding as ever.
Before I could process it, a burst of giggles broke out beside me. I turned to find Reina, Nikki, Lola and Sam watching Raphael's retreating figure with dreamy expressions.
"He's hot," Sam declared, fanning herself, "Like... ridiculously hot."
"I know, right? He's so... intense. It's kind of sexy." Nikki's cheeks flushed.
"I wouldn't mind getting in trouble if he was the one punishing me." Lola grinned, waggling her eyebrows.
I choked on air.
"Excuse me?"
They all turned to look at me, their faces lighting up mischievously.
"Oh, come on, Azalea," Reina teased, nudging me, "You can't tell me you don't see it. He's practically a Greek god walking around in that suit."
