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INVITATION
What: Engagement Party
Who: Marco Angelo Massaretti and Georgina Ricci
When: November 28th, 2014
Where: Massaretti Hampshire Estate
Time: 6:00 PM
Dress Code: Formal
Note: Everyone is invited. Please email to RSVP at GeorginaRicci@hottie.com, MarcoAM@hotshot.com. (I'm ready!!! lol)
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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV
I WAS pacing back and forth in the hallway just outside our room with both hands shoved deep in my pockets. With my head down low, feeling infuriated. Occasionally blowing air through my nose in frustrations, I threw glances in the direction of our room.
How long have I been out our room?
I have no idea, but surely it felt like a lifetime. I hate it.
My grandma kicks me out just after lunch, to help her get ready. The make-up artist she hired arrived early and I'm so fucking pissed.
God, since we arrived from Palermo, Nonna and Iula had been taking her away from me, preparing this goddamn infuriating party.
Why do girls needs parties?
Shut up dick! You had her almost 24 hours. Your nonna only had her couple hours since you always popped in, out of nowhere. My conscience yells.
"Oh shut up! I don't need you right now." I mumbled to myself as I kept pacing back and forth through the hallway like a love-struck fool.
I know I've been ridiculous. Tailing her and watching her like a hawk.
"Still here, figlio?" Nonno furrowed his forehead while finishing buttoning his gray suit. He looks still immaculately hunks even when he's in his seventies.
His eyes shifted to the door of our room in their mansion in Hampshire New York, then drifting it back to me. His eyes held amusement and it really pisses me off.
He walks into their room to have a shower and get ready, like three in the afternoon.
I glance on my sleek slim expensive Geneviv designer watch and it's already five.
The party starts in an hour, and damn, I hate waiting. How did I do that? Waiting for fucking two hours?
"Can you get nonna out there, so I can have Georgina myself?" I barked at him fumingly with my hands drifted deep down my pockets once again, as I tried to keep my temper at bay.
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