His Rose

To Italy

Rose's POV

"MAI WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING ITALY!" I yell pulling Mai into a super expensive store.

"BITCH I KNOW! Stop fucking yelling." she says rolling her eyes.

"Fine! Now c'mon!"

"Alessandro really gave you his credit card? A millionaire gave you his credit card!?"

"Hey stop being so shocked! Now, shopping!!!" I pull some clothes off of the rack and shove her in a dressing room.

She comes out in a short black dress that has fluff at the end and black platform heels.

"BITCH! You look so hot!"

"Girl you sound like Bretman Rock!" she says laughing. "But I already knew I looked hot. Can I get this one?" she says and flips her hair.

"Duh that's why I gave it to you! Annnddd so we can match because I got the white ones."

She goes back in the dressing room and comes out with her original clothes on, and the dress in her hand and heels in the other. We walk up to the cashier and pay for the dresses and heels.

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A few stores and two salads later we take a rest. We sit on a bench and talk.

"I can't believe we're going to Italy!" I squeal.

"I can't believe," Mai lowers her voice. "You're dating a Mafia Don."

"I can't either! And the even crazier thing is you're dating his cousin!"

"I know! This is crazy!"

"Deadass! Okay break over?"

"Yup."

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We walk to the last store for the day and get weird stares. Probably because we don't look rich, other than the bags in our hands.

"The shit in here is expensive as fuck." Mai says looking at the prices of some clothes.

"Holy shit... that's so fucking expensive." I mumble and look around. We find really cute platform heels and gasp at the price.

"$1,100?!" we say in unison.
I sit down and text Alessandro.

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Me- Hey, there's some shoes me and Maia want really bad but they're $1,100. Is it okay if we get them?

Sandro❤️- Of course neonata

Me- You sure it's pretty expensive. We already got a lot

Sandro❤️- Yes. I'm sure.

Me- Okay!😚

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I turn back to Mai and I nod my head. She smiles brightly and tries the white platforms on, then metallic ones. I try on black ones and smile at them.

"You ready?" I say putting them back in the box.

"Wait- white or metallic?" she says holding up the shoes.

"White. I mean it's technically creme and it looks fancier."

"Yeah. Okay now I'm ready."

We walk to the register and a very snobby looking blond man looks at us in confusion.