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Dinner

We release each other, I look to my left. Amir and Amya were standing next to each other smiling. "Ill help mom." Amir said walking over to her, helping her take the food out of the oven. "Yeah, I'll go set the table." Amya and I say. Everyone stoped moving and looked at Amya and i. "It gets me Everytime" dad said, everyone laughed. "yeah me too." Mom said. Walking over to the dish cabinet. I grab plates to set the table. "Dad, how many of your coworkers will be joining us?" I ask looking at him. "Two, the others couldn't make it tonight." He replied grabbing two bottles of wine. I reached into the cabinet grabbing 7 plates. Closing the cabinet, I open the silverware drawer In front of me. Grabbing seven spoons, forks, and knives. I follow behind mya, who is holding glasses and table napkins, into the dining room to set the table. Mom and amir followed suit with some of the food. Going back into the kitchen I pass Amya a pot and grab the last pan and bringing it into the dining room.

After setting the table, dad brought in the two bottles of wine along with ice. He placed them onto the table, as if on cue the doorbell rang. "They're here" he said clasping his hands, he walk of of the dining room and into the living room. We all follow behind him, standing next to each other waiting to greet whoever's behind the door. Opening the door, we were greeted with two tall men both wearing very expensive looking suits. The first guy to walk through the door had black hair, it was messy but taimed. It looked as if he worked out a lot, his maroon suit leaving little to my imagination. He looked like he was in his early-mid thirties. No doubt he was extremely handsome.

The second guy that walked through the door looked a bit older than the first one. He had black hair too, a few grey streaks here and there. Dressed in a classic black suit. He looked like he was around my dad's age. My dad shook hands with them both as they all greeted each other. After the three spoke a few words to each other. My dad began to introduce his co workers to us.

"Everyone this is, Vincent McClain, my partner I am currently working with on our new line." He said gesturing to the man in the classic black suit.

"And this," he said turning to the man in the maroon suit. "This is Nickolas Reed, he's our first model for our new line, Azùle Lévantè." He said patting him on his back. They all smiled, proud of their success.

My mom and amir were the first to greet them. Waiting for my turn, Amya tapped me with her elbow, I look at her wonder what she wanted. Her eyes flicked over to Nickolas before looking back at me. "He's sexy" she whispered quiet enough for only me to hear. I laughed quietly, shaking my head. Mom and amir were done greeting them, which mean I was next.

Walking up to Vincent I offer my hand politely as I introduce myself. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Amira. Welcome to our home." I said smiling politely. "Hi, I'm Vincent." He said taking my hand, shaking it it politely. Releasing Vincent's hand, I walk towards Nickolas. Extending my hand towards him I smile politely. "Hi, I'm Amira, welcome to our home. Its nice to meet you." I greet him. When he took my hand,he kissed the back of it sending a tingle down my spine, it made me shiver slightly. "Hello, Amira. I'm Nickolas. A pleasure to meet you." He smiled, shaking it gently, his voice smooth like velvet and husky. Being this close allowed me to analyze his facial features more. His smile was charming and his lips were full, they looked soft. He also had light stubble on his face. His eyes were grey, so captivating. 'Amaya was right, he is sexy.' I thought. I divert my eyes from his, looking at our hands. Realizing that we'd been shaking hands longer than intended I release his hand. Smiling before walking away. Turning, I follow my mom and Amya in the dining room.

With everyone following in suit, we take our seats. While dad sat at the head of the table, mom sat to his right while I sat between mom and amya. Amir sat across from mom and while Vincent sat between Nickolas and Amir. After preparing our plates, we said grace and began to eat.

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