Is it love? Grace's story 🔞 Adam or Owen?

The restaurant

Some say that the grass is greener on the other side, others says that's not true, but who are they so called people who spin these so call philosophies? God only knows! well there goes another old saying.

There are plenty of these that go around, many call them old wives tales, don't walk under a ladder, don't step on a cracking your will break your back.

See a penny pick it up all day long you will have good luck, pass it on to a friend then your luck will never end.

I take a long sigh as I look in the mirror, after deciding to get change before leaving for the restaurant, as my dear friends remind me. 

Lisa: Grace you sure on that white dress? If You are eating spaghetti, you will drop it down you, she giggles, as I Grin shaking my head side to side.

Okay, I will be 5 minutes, I race back to my wardrobe, shutting my door to my bedroom as I enter.

I quickly flick through my wardrobe to find something perfect to wear.

I quickly settle on black sweetheart neckline top blush skirt, denim shirt I decide to leave in unbuttoned, before stripping my bed sheets placing them into my washing basket.

I look again in the mirror, wgat sm i missing... what am i missing, i tap my index finger against my lip, sunglasses. that's what I'm missing, I say to myself as someone knocks on my bedroom door, and opens it, I her a laugh.

I don't need to guess who, I hear his voice, it sends this weird chill down my spine.

You ready doll? Adam asks grinning, stood watching me as his elbow leaning against the door frame his head resting against his palm, as he gives me this insatiable look, you know the oh so casual appearance that men do so flawlessly. 

Now we all know that if I had done that, I probably wouldn't look cool, oh hell no. Knowing me I would of slipped right on my face, as I tried to look nowhere near remotely sexy, as I lean against a door frame.

Why is it us women feel so inferior when trying so hard to look good, or should I say sexy as hell? Maybe it really is the fact we try way to hard at this prospect.

Dam, must stop thinking so much, as I see him staring at me with a huge grin, you ready? He asks again as I stand staring at him, and I realise, he is stood in the doorway to my bedroom, thank god I stripped my bed mere moments ago, I sigh loudly internally at this fact, as I walk towards him and give him a kiss.

Hmmmm. .. He says as I kiss him, seems I caught him off guard.

You ready doll? I say imitating him giving him a quick wink, making him laugh this really wholesome belly laugh.

Luckily the restaurant isn't far from my house so we all walk.

Everyone enters, as my phone rings, I tell them I will catch them up.

??? Hello grace, I heard your back in new York, we need to talk.

I gulp on hearing this voice it's been a long time.

??? Grace, please. He says

Okay, not today though, I. ... erm.. I will text you tomorrow, I guess this is regarding a job you need doing? I sigh.

??? Yes, I know you don't take them any more but, it's urgent and I need the best.

Fine, tomorrow dinner time, usual place at the park, I text if details change, I close my eyes, it's the last job I do for anyone with regards to you know what. I rub my hand over my face.

??? of course, thank you. Line goes dead as I place my back against the wall slipping down, trying to catch my breath, and slip my phone back in my bag.

Grace you okay? I hear the voice but it doesn't register properly at 1st.

He kneels in front of me blocking the sunlight from my face, my eyes slowly open.

Grace, you okay? he asks again.

Oh Owen, I'm sorry, I didn't erm, yeah sorry I'm fine, Adam didn't say you were coming.

Oh I hope you don't mind me gate crashing, I was going to eat alone, but Adam said it be fine, I can go he points.

No, i shake my head and give him asmall smile, its fine. he helps me stand up. The more the merrier I tell him.

You sure your okay? Your shaking, he asks looking worried.

Yeah, I nod quickly, probably too quickly, just running on an empty stomach, doesn't help a hangover I tell him, shall we? I ask pointing to the restaurant door.

As we enter, I see nicolae finishing in the phone his back turned.

I quickly move towards him and whisper, you still working 7 days a week, but not in the kitchen it's a crying shame.

He jumps turning to me, ge shouts oh my god grace your here, your home, oh... oh... He hugs me tightly, kissing my face.he shouts to the kitchen Marco... drogo.... Peter.... Our girl in the home, he has tears forming.

Hey no crying, I tell him smiling, the noise from the kitchen goes louder before the door swings open.

Peter: Your home, we missed you, oh I so happy, please say your staying this time.

I hear a voice of a young girl, Auntie Grace.

Oh lorie, you grown so much,she jumps to my arms, as I look around to see people watching us, including one very annoyed looking fiona who is serving food, I can't help but smirk.

Oh yes bitch, i think try me, you get fired, family 1st as they say.

???? Grace?