The virgin & the bad boy (Gravity)

Chapter 24/The For bitten planet

A/N Image GalleriaVittorio Emanuele II

Dante sat looking at my shopping on the hyper loop traveling under the Atlantic.

Many people were sitting with shopping bags. I guess Kentro was right - people were desperately spending to stay out of jail. Earth looked like a poor place for scrooges.  Jennifer Lopez would have a miserable time if she had survived cloning. One of the people on the train was getting her robot to calculate how much she had spent and was pleased to get to her limit.

"I just love the warm fuzzy glow that not under spending gives you" said the woman almost under an avalanche of shopping bags.

"You could have had more than tap water" Dante said disgruntledly to me. 

I had been rather mean to him that a cafe in Atlanta for lunch. The look on his face when I had ordered tap water was priceless. On the other hand I genuinely didn't have much space for lunch if I was going to have a big dinner.

"Look I'll make it up to you. If you want, you can buy me a bracelet" I said.

Dante slumped, "ring would be more expensive" he mumbled.

There was no way I was letting Dante buy me a pricey ring. I didn't like him, he was rude and arrogant.

"NO way" I said.

"Tiara," said Dante " or a diadem. Diadem's are more casual "

I screwed my face "you want me to wear a tiara to dinner?"

"What? You don't have a dinner tiara? Everyone has a dinner tiara. Wow I'm so saving you social life" said Dante.

"People don't have tiara's for dinner. I seem to remember no one having a tiara when we had dinner in a ship in New York after your certain unmentionable escapade in Salem." I pointed out as the hyper loop slowed down.

"Well I didn't want to mention it but you were among friends, except me of cause." Dante started " I hate your guts but I'm well brought up enough not to make fun of someone who doesn't have a dinner tiara. You can wear your pyjamas in public or have dinner without a dinner tiara and I would be  polite enough to not mention it."

Dante Tyrell polite - that's funny.

"That's so kind of you." I said "Tell you what, you can buy me a brooch or a necklace, if you must, but that's my last offer."

"I guess so, mean girl for not letting me spend more on her " IDante said reluctantly in a pretend irritated child's voice.

"Well don't bother to sound grateful. I think you should know I'm going out of my way to let you buy me an expensive necklace" I said. I hate it when people make such a big deal when you're doing them a favour. Our conversation was cut short by the deceleration of the hyper loop. It was a massive 50 minute trip and we emerged in Europe in a place called Milan.

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We rushed to a square surrounded by fine, four story buildings. I have climbed bigger on the Eye but there was something about them which felt more substantial. Dante took my hand and we walked to a corner and I stood before a huge classical arch.

"<Zing> Galleria Vittorio Emanuele" my earrings announced.

"OMG I'm wetting my self" I said looking up before the largest and possibly most exquisite entrance that man hath dared to construct.

"I guess you don't get this on mars,do you pyjamas?" said Dante.

"fleck no" I said.

I was kind of assaulted by a the sheer scale of the arch and then mugged by the immeasurable detail.