Meet Valentina Montenegro, whose inevitable charm helped pave her road to fame. Being one of this decade's most respected lawyers, Valentina's hard work and effort helped her achieve and create a name for herself, allowing her to open her own Law Fi...
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I breathed in the mouth-watering smell of my mom's home made lasagna, and shivered in delight as I wanted nothing more but to put it in my mouth.
"So, how is work going?" My step-father asked as he read the daily newspaper.
"It's fine. I won the case I was telling you about a few weeks ago."
"That's great hon!" My mom cheered and I gave her a stupid smile.
"Well since you missed the family gathering and all, how was Barcelona?"
"I didn't get to see anything there. I was too busy working." He groaned and I felt bad for him. He really did work a lot.
I looked at my phone, and saw an incoming call from Tony.
"Excuse me for just a second."
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"Hell-"
"Road trip! We leave in a few minutes. I'll pick you up. Bye."
And then he hung up. Road trip? Did the man finally lose his mind? What the hell, it could be fun.
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"Mom, I'm off." I waved while opening the front door.
"Goodbye, hon." They both cheered in union, and gave each other a peck on the lips, making me cringe and run out the front door.
"Please tell me you got me some of your mother's lasagna." Tony asked just as I opened the door to his car.
"I did actually."
"Fantastic."
"Where are we going?"
"Oh, it's a surprise."
"Ugh...I hate surprises." I groaned and surprisingly he smiled.
"Well, you're definitely going to hate me. I'm full of them."
I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together.
"I could never hate you Tony." I paused and tilted my head to the side to study his face. "And do you want to tell me why you're face has tiny scratches all around it?" I raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Let me guess..you were dancing with your suit and an incident happened at the lab, causing the great Tony Stark to fall on the floor, miserably colliding his face with the ground, and therefore causing you those scratches. Did I get that right?" I teased, and watched as he gripped the steering wheel tight, and started laughing.
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"Close enough." He managed to say in between chuckles.
