Audrey and Valentino have ran into each other. From very different lifestyles, they slowly start to realize that they are exactly what the other has been looking for. Can Audrey break Valentino's shell? Can Valentino show Audrey the finer things in...
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Valentino
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"Valentino."
"Grandfather," I nodded at the greeting as he passed me.
"Oh you two with your warm sentiments," Angelo said, hugging himself, "Makes me feel warm and cozy on the inside."
"Angelo," Dad sighed and I looked at my idiot brother who rolled his eyes and slowly inched the golf cart forward. Grandpa insisted on walking, and that looped Dad in it, but Angelo and I convinced the two that we needed a cart to at least hold their stuff when in reality it was because we didn't even want to be here.
Truth is... I hate golfing. With an intense passion actually. It always made me feel like I was wasting time, but when your grandfather could take your career away in the blink of an eye, you have to make some exceptions for him. And Dad told Angelo if I had to go then so did he, so I'm not suffering alone.
"C'mon Dad. My days of kissing up to Grandpa are over!" Angelo smirked. "I love you old man, but I don't want your business anymore. I gladly handed that to my little brother," he smacked me in the back and I growled at him.
"I still own the restaurant chains you're running," Grandpa said without sparing a glance from the grass in front of him.
"Well, you got me there! What do you need Gramps?"
"For you to shut up," he grumbled as he dropped his ball to the ground. Grandpa is known for his very stoic personality. He really only smiles at Grandma. Dad said that when Angelo and I were growing up it was like he was raising his own father because of how much my attitude mimicked his own. That's why I think that he isn't too scared about me owning the company that he grew from the ground. Out of all Dad's siblings, he was the one who Grandpa gave the reigns to. After seeing all of the relationships between his siblings deteriorate over the Price empire Dad thought he should go about it all differently until one day Angelo sat me down and told me he really wasn't cut out for this lifestyle and I respect him for it completely. But he did take over Grandpa's restaurant chains, so he couldn't run away from the Price empire completely.
