Almost a month after an argument breaks out between Francisco and Sage; she returns back to her hometown, but when there is a new threat to the Italians she must return back to New Jersey. Sage finally meets with someone who she thought was dead. Sh...
"What do you think?" Sofia ask touching up the ends of my dress.
"It's beautiful. Simple, but cute. Do you think Francisco will like it?" I answer, but asking another question.
"Yes, and who cares what he thinks. As long as you think you're beautiful." Sofia replies. "Let's apply your makeup. Since I've been waiting for this part the whole day."
"Go for it. I have faith in you." I said.
We walk over to the bathroom. She opens her makeup palates and grabs the brushes. I felt the brush hit against my cheek as she starts going.
"What are you most excited for tonight?" Sofia asked.
"The food." I answer. We both laughed at my response. But slowly dies down.
In about five minutes, Sofia is done with the makeup. Taking a look at myself in the mirror. The makeup was soft, dark, lightly done with barely any makeup. It was beautiful.
Better than anything I've ever done. I smiled at it. Giving her a heads up that I loved it.
"Well, now we are done. Go with Francisco. We've been waiting off for an hour." Sofia said closing the makeup palates.
Back into my bedroom. I picked up these sandal heels. I slowly put them on. Just to make it seem like I'm using up more time.
I was nervous and I didn't want Francisco to think that this dress wasn't fancy enough. Like Sofia said, who cares what he thinks.
When I was finished putting my heels on. Sofia and I started to walk down the stairs. I almost felt like I was going to trip. But I made it down the stairs without tripping.
I see Francisco sitting on the barstool in the kitchen. Currently tapping away on his phone. He had a white dress button shirt and black dress pants. Along with the dress shoes the ones with laces on it.
"Martinez is here. So you two enjoy your night. See you soon, hopefully." Sofia says walking out the room. I hear her shoes clicking across the floor.
Once I turn back to Francisco. He stood up from his barstool. Eyes widen, he walked over, looking at me, up and down.
"You look beautiful. Makes me feel like I should've worn something better." Francisco complimented. I felt my cheeks blush.
"I actually thought this wouldn't be fancy enough. You wore something more fancy than me." I complimented back. Francisco chuckles.
"Are you ready to go?" Francisco ask.
"Yes." I answer.
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Francisco parks the car at the beautiful restaurant. It was white marble with a nice water fountain in the front. He releases the key from the ignition. We both exit from the car.
I stepped out. There were a couple of men and women in the front of the restaurant. Smoking and talking. Francisco locks the car doors. I hurried up behind him.
We walked up these steps to get to the restaurant entrance. The good smell of Italian food hit me. Listening to the waiters and chefs. Most of them spoke Italian.
We came to the desk where the man was standing. He had a clipboard in front of him.
"Reserved for Francisco Mendes and Sage Reid." Francisco said. The man nodded. A woman with dark brown hair came to us with a notepad. She walked us up to this table. Which was a bit higher than everyone else's.
There were couples. But not that many. At most four. She sat us down at the table near the big elegant window.
"What would you two like to drink?" She ask kindly.
"Water." I answer.
"Same for me, water." Francisco also answering. She nodded handing us the menus and excusing herself from the table.
"I don't even know what to eat. I'm hungry for anything." I said.
"The lasagna and pizza are really good." Francisco replies.
"Maybe I'll take a pizza. If that's okay with you." I said. Francisco smiled.
"It's fine with me, but it's whatever you want. Don't need my approval." Francisco replies. I felt like my heart lifted into my happiness.
"I'll take a pizza then." I said.
"I'll get a lasagna." Francisco justifies.
"Did you guys ever find out who shot Tristan?" I ask. Francisco nodded.
"Matthias betrayed us. He's with Martinez. They are keeping him until he answers their questions. He's been working with the Russians. It was our fault for why Tristan was shot." Francisco answers. I tried my hardest not to cry.
Just a single one from my left eye. But I wiped that away before anyone else could see or Francisco could notice. I nodded at his answer.
*** When the dinner was done. Francisco left a nice five dollar tip. My grandma and I would only leave two. This could either be the fact Francisco is wealthy or the service was good. Or both.
Francisco and were about to leave when a different waitress stops us.
"You two are leaving already. Tonight were are having our weekly elegance dance." The women said.
"Fine we will stay." Francisco replies smiling at her with his adorable smile.
As much as I wanted to leave and talk to Halle because she would be happy to know Francisco and I are just friends. Along with that I went with her idea to just avoid even getting into a relationship with him.
"Okay, well since we are staying. I am going to use the restroom." I said to Francisco. He nods, before I walk away from him.
Looking around for sign, I found it without asking a single waiter or waitress. Entering the bathroom. Pulling out my phone.
I begin to text Halle. Francisco and I are not getting back together. Happy? Clicking the blue arrow. It hits delivered quickly. I see the three famous dots pop up.
Good, Francisco is such a player anyways. I told you that. Now you finally listen to me. Good.
Her text made me a little upset. She was texting me like I was her dog. I set my phone down and pretend to wash my hands when I see a women in a black top with a black maxi skirt, a long slit on the side.
She had tannish skin. Dark brown or black hair. She was very pretty. She gave me an annoyed frail smile before drying off her hands leaving the bathroom.
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Incase some of you were wondering. Here is what Sage's dress, shoes, & makeup looked like. I thought they were perfect for it!
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