Assassin [18+]

A wave of the past

§Morgana Acampora§

We are going out for dinner to a gorgeous restaurant with an ocean view; he showed me pictures at lunch to ask me if I wanted to be seated inside or outside. You can imagine which one I chose.

Today has been utter bliss. After getting back from breakfast, the whole family was in the kitchen, each of us making our own personal salted dark chocolate pomegranate pie which we ate as a dessert after having the superb lasagna Eros' family prepared. They told me that whenever they get together they form three teams, drawing our little papers of three different colors; each team takes care of breakfast, lunch and dinner for a day so it's a fun and fair dynamic.

In the afternoon I didn't really need the pink coat but now it is necessary since the wind is mildly blowing and the temperature has gone down.

"Thank you," my soft smile was directed to Eros who opened the restaurant's door and let me in before himself.

"A pleasure," he entered the restaurant and went directly to the host. The restaurant is quite fancy but I guess it has to do with the fact that it's French food and they have a dress code so Eros had to change his jeans for dress pants and Doc Martens for leather  Louboutin ankle boots. I changed my pants for a cream cashmere midi skirt.

After the host took us to our table outside, they made sure the heaters were properly working and asked us if we wanted a more intense flame.

"Grazie," I smiled at the man as he handed me the leather menu. Leather that felt extremely expensive. There were two whole pages dedicated to only wines which is something that interests me and I will have a single glass just to not raise suspicions, although he doesn't have reasons to believe there's a baby growing inside of me.

There are many reasons for keeping it a secret but the main one is the first thing that whoever knows the secret will ask me: Who's the father? Question that I don't know the answer to and that's when the judgement will enter the room.

"When are you turning 21?" Eros asked as the server poured red wine into my glass.

"Next month, the third of May," I replied, picking up my glass from the stem. "When's your birthday, big brute?" I teased.

He scoffed, picking up his liquor "If you must know, bubble princess, it's the twenty-fourth of December."

"How old are you turning this year?"

"Thirty-six," he replied before taking a sip of his wine. "I'm getting old."

"Like fine wine," I chuckled. "Eros can I ask you a personal question?"

He affirmed with his head as he removed the rim of the glass from his lips "Sure, we are here to get to know each other so no question is personal."