Danger Prone

Angel

The second picture is totally Ava. The moment I saw this picture, I thought "that's Ava and that's her dress!". Whoever this model is, she is how I imagine Ava. Now remember, this is how I imagine Ava, you may view her differently. Maybe to you she has blue eyes and red hair, idk. So, I know that "Angel" is Sarah McLachlan's song, but I came across this video on Youtube and really, really love how these three kids' sing it. So in this story, who do you guys think is the angel? Cristiano or Ava? I have the entire story laid out in my head so this song actually is really important and relatable to the story. If you want to find out, keep reading!!

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"Stava toccandola solo?" an older man with gray hair asked Giada.

"Lei è una lagnone, lui probabilmente stava strofinando la sua g-macchia," Giada answered with a blush.

Cristiano was chuckling to himself beside me. He could obviously understand what they were talking about as could everyone else at the table.

A younger man who slightly resembled Cristiano nudged the woman beside him. She was equally as beautiful as every one of his family members.

What was it with Italians??

"Arabella, lui deve avere dita d'ingegne per così molto fare il suo lamento, nessuno si chieda lui la portò a cena," he said with a boyish grin, making her laugh. The entire table began to laugh and make comments in Italian.

"Cristiano!" I nudged his shoulder.

"What is everyone talking about?"

He leaned forward and smiled.

"My family isn't stupid, they knew I was petting your swollen little pussy under the table."

I literally sat there in shock.

Did he actually just say that to me...?

I was beyond mortified at what his family had witnessed.

"It's quite alright dear," another elderly woman said.

"We all know how demanding Italian men are," she giggled.

"Cristiano, introduce her to the family," Giada said, changing the subject.

He pointed to the elderly man who had been speaking to Giada earlier.

"Ava, this is my great uncle Angelo, and next to him is my sister-in-law Arabella, and her husband, my younger brother Antonio."

Antonio grinned at me and stuck his hand out.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Ava," he said kissing my hand.

"Everyone calls me Tony."

I blushed, and Arabella's face grew red. It was obvious that she was very protective of Tony.

Tony must've seen my reaction because he looked at his wife and kissed her cheek.

"Arabella, mia cara, there is no need to be jealous, Ava is Cristiano's. you are the only one for me, fiorella."

They began to make out and one would think it was disgusting, but it was actually kind of sweet.

"Antonio!" Giada chastised loudly and the two broke apart. Once Arabella had smoothed down her hair, she smiled at me.

"It's lovely to meet you Ava, I'm sorry about before, it's just that Tony means a lot to me, but I can tell you have your eyes set on the other Anfredelli brother."

"Arabella, she is a showgirl. You don't know what you're saying," Cristiano pressed.

She and Tony shared a knowing look and Giada clapped her hands.