A fangirl's dream is to meet her idol - actor, singer, athlete, it doesn't matter - and to capture his attention until he falls in love with her: let's admit it! XD Even if we know perfectly that the possibilities are so remote to be nearly inexiste...
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Chapter VIII: Friday, September 19th, 2014
The following morning Nives and Richard agreed on meeting at 8 o'clock in the hall to go for breakfast. This time Richard was a bit late.
"I'm sorry", he said immediately, apologetic, "After months without shaving, I'm still not reaccostumed to take into account the time needed..."
She smiled:
"O come on, for five minutes...", the smell of his aftershave reached her nostrils and she felt suddenly hot: sandal, her favourite male perfume, which made her crazy, "Let's go to breakfast!", she exhorted him, heading hastily toward the dining room, trying to get away from that alluring fragrance.
Richard quickly went after her and couldn't help but notice her lovely glass-hour shaped body, hugged by a t-shirt and jeans. Unexpectedly his hands itched, longing to caress those sensual curves; he clenched them to fists, trying to suppress such naughty thoughts.
Unaware that his extreme closeness was sending Nives' hormones reeling, as it was his habit Richard pulled the chair for her to let her sit down. The young woman closed her eyes for a moment, clenching her hands to avoid clasping the front of his t-shirt and dragging him to her for a fiery kiss.
"What will we go sightseeing, today?", Richard asked her during breakfast.
"At 10 o'clock we have the entrance to san Marco cathedral", answered Nives, "here it'll take about one hour; after that we can stroll in the 'piazza', to look at the shops and the stands. If you want to buy something, ask me before: I won't let you be fleeced for something not worth it", she winked, "Then we'll go to lunch in a restaurant I know. At 3 o'clock we have the entrance to 'Palazzo Ducale', that is the Doge's Palace, and here it'll take a couple of hours and maybe even something more."
Richard thought about a way to retrieve Mario's note regarding the elegant dinner.
"Can we go back to the hotel, before lunch?", he enquired, "Just to freshen up a bit...", he justified the request, but of course his purpose was to see what Mario had been able to do about the booking of restaurant and gondola.
"Uhm, I didn't take it into account, but we can do it", Nives answered, a little surprised; it was only a small detour before going to eat, and anyway she, too, didn't mind to freshen up a bit before sitting down to lunch.
The visit in the cathedral thrilled him; Nives explained to him everything they were seeing, paintings, mosaics, triptychs, jewels, reliquaries, statues, while he hung off her words, both because she had a way to tell things very vivid and amusing, and because of her voice. He paused a long time to admire the stunning objects that composed the cathedral's treasure; when they exited, it was past 11 o'clock.
"Come", Nives invited him, slipping her arm under his in what had become their usual way of strollilng and guiding him toward the palace on the right side of the square. To tell the truth, Richard would have loved to put his arm around her shoulders, but he thought it too much: after all, they were not a couple. Not to speak about the gossip storm which such a friendly behaviour would arise, should it become a public knowledge.
