Your family and Sascha's go together on a trip to Paris. Will something happen between you and this conceited and spoilt tennis player or will it all end in a huge family fight?
"So, it is really you again" said Sascha, still smiling jokingly.
I tried to recover my composture after almost having fainted with the smell of his perfume and the contact of my cheeks with his curls, still wet from the shower.
"It is me, indeed", I replied drily, my face immutable.
He looked aside and gave a short laugh. "Well, you don't seem thrilled to see me"
"Oh I'm sorry, I am absolutely thrilled to see you" I fired back, ironically, placing a hand on my chest to make it even more dramatic. "But, you know what? First, I'll probably go put my phone somewhere safe. You know, just in case you feel the need to finally destroy it this time"
Sascha burst out laughing. Staying angry was becoming a bit hard.
He continued, not laughing anymore but with a smile on his face. "Hey," he touched my arm softly with his big hand. I could feel the goosebumps beneath my long-sleeved dress. "I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to do any harm to you. Or you phone. I swear.". His hand continued its way down my arm until he withrew it completely.
"Well, it's such a shame cause I really wanted that picture with you", I said, placing a hand on my chest again, bringing the ironic drama back on stage. "I mean I don't know how I manage to keep living without that picture, believe me, it's so hard." I continued, shaking my head as if I were in disbelief.
That scene made Sascha burst out laughing once again. He bit his lower lip and shook his head. "You are bitter, but smart." He stopped laughing and hesitated before he could continue. "I was having a hard day, I acted as a complete ass. I really am sorry." He extended his hand towards me so we could make peace.
I looked at his hand, and then raised my head to meet his eyes, stuck on me. He was still smiling, but no longer in a mocking way, just politely. I shook his hand without breaking away from his blue eyes.
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As soon as our hands touched, I blushed. Damn it, this would ruin my whole performance.
Thankfully, my mom pulled me away by my other arm, without even looking at what was going on between us. Everybody was already sitting down at the table, so she took me to one side of the table and ordered me to sit down next to an empty seat. She sat opposite to me, next to Irina Zverev.
I stared at the empty seat, then at my mother in confusion.
"Mischa", she whispered, pointing at the empty space and articulating very much, producing almost no sound.
I rolled my eyes at her. I hadn't even noticed Mischa. He had come down the stairs together with Sascha but somehow I didn't even see him.
Some minutes later, he appeared and pulled his chair out to take a seat next to me. I automatically stood up to say hello.
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He gave me three kisses on the cheeks and a short hug. I noticed Sascha's, sitting opposite to us, throwing a sharp stare to the whole scene. The moment he noticed I was looking at him, he looked away.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it's really you. The last time I saw you you didn't even reach my knees" He said, smiling and staring at me with his light-blue eyes. God, what is it about this family and these heavenly eyes?
"I do remember. Big brother Mischa" I replied and he smiled. I caught a glimpse of my mother frowning because of my comment. How dare I call his beloved prince charming a brother?
Except for my mother acting as a sort of interviewer to make me and Mischa know each other better, the dinner went on really well. Thankfully, Irina and Mrs. Reed intervened in the conversation every now and then which made it a little less stressful.
It wasn't even necessary for me to draw a line between me and Mischa because I felt he didn't even see me that way. He looked as an adult. He was, indeed. But his comments were so empty of any intention to hit on me or flirt or anything. He was just being really nice.
Sascha was sitting so far away we didn't speak a word to each other. We didn't even share the same conversation. We just exchanged some looks every now and then and I even caught myself smiling every time I saw him laugh about some comment someone made on the opposite side of the table.
I decided I wouldn't be so hard on myself for giving up on my anger. After all, he had already apologised for being a jerk. We might as well try to be kind to each other for the rest of the trip.
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