Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 12 -

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Here's the twelfth installation.

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 12

*Nick*

I fastened the last of the buttons on my charcoal grey long-sleeve shirt before looking in the full-length mirror stationed at the corner of my bedroom, thinking about the one person who should've been here with me. 

Ada was in another room down the hall getting ready herself. She had made some stipulations to our living arrangements ... to preserve her virtue. Una donna saggia. I respect her for her uncompromising morals. 

If she had, however, slept in my bedroom with me that would be another story. There's no telling what would've happened. We were promised to each other though I had gone about it the wrong way. Honestly, I wanted to do right by her, I owed her that much.

In the meantime, Krysta and I were more than pleased with the company of the Jones. In fact, we welcomed the company. It had been just the two of us for so long. Though I'm Krysta's brother, I could only do so much. Ada and her father presented a welcomed distraction ... e che una distrazione mia bellezza è. 

The atmosphere became more relaxed, lighter in comparison. It helped to ease our minds and, more than anything, I wanted my baby sister to be happy. She'd been through a lot and all before her life had even started. I wasn't too big on sharing, but if it meant that Krysta would smile more, I would sacrifice some of my time with Ada to see that she did.

Once I was satisfied that my appearance was decent enough, I left my bedroom, crossing the hall to Ada's. Standing at her door, I knocked gently before waiting patiently. A few seconds later, she answered the door, opening it, allowing me an ample view of her dazzling figure. 

She was dressed in an unusual set, a tailored suit by our personal tailor Ms. Luca, one of the many sets designed by our prominent tailor. Ada wore a charcoal pants suit and my mouth went dry as I absorbed the breathtaking sight before me. I don't think--no--I know that there was no one who could've worn a sexier ensemble. Dio aiutami. Mi Bella.

The shoulders of the jacket were curved neatly to frame her with just enough space for movement. The sleeve which ended just below her wrist was unconventional but I liked that. The collar curved as well, giving a feminine touch while dipping low to reveal a modest amount of cleavage, but a vision nonetheless. The material held fast to her sides, coming to a halt just before flaring below her narrow waist, accentuating the perfect curve of her wide hips.