Darling Darlene.
At least to Dame her father, and her one friend that is.
But most knew her for what she really was...an egotistical bitch with underlying (pretty obvious) daddy issues and a kink for crushing spirits.
Not that she wasn't proud of t...
I know, I know. I'm actually really enjoying this whole writing thing but Ofc I have a long way to go! I'm pretty sure u guys have recognized that there's not much dialogue and idk maybe it's cause im not very good at writing it so I avoid it, but that's what comes along with a story so..... lmao. I'll do better <3 💋
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"THANK YOU." I exhaled as I stepped out of passenger side of our car, taking the hand of the young valet. I steadied my self and let go of his rather sweaty grip, or was that my sweaty grip?
This dinner was something I had been looking forward to since Willow had suggested it, around three days ago. I've been interning at Bacchan around three weeks and I'm still equally amazed every time I walk in.
After my first "initiation" I finally got the attention I deserved from Willow. Following her around as she takes charge makes me feel distinguished and worthy knowing I could be the same, even better, in a few short years.
As we were were sitting in her office, she was the one that had brought up the idea of further bonding outside our recently acquired workspace. She'd suggested in passing, almost like an afterthought but I was damned if I let an opportunity like that slip through my fingers. I'd suggested one of my favorite restaurants "Bridgett's" an Italian-American cuisine, and informed her of the live band that played there every Saturday.
And now, due to my wonderful planning and influence, I was staring up at the neon burgundy sign of Bridgett's awaiting dinner with her and him, as my dad came to stand beside me.
I'd adorned a red leather corset, which made my boobs look fantastic, a pretty black tiny tennis skirt, topping that off with a pair of red stiletto heels and a matching red clutch. I was ready to face the music.
Upon entrance, I tried to seek them out immediately. No luck. The soothing tone of the jazz band on the north-east stage of the restaurant did little to soothe the exciting racing of my heart. I could hear my father talking to the hostess who stepped forward to lead us to the table under Vincetti's name.
As we traveled further, I could see they had placed our table directly in the middle of the restaurant the three in vicinity vacated. And my curiosity couldn't help but question if this was purposeful. When we finally approached, I stopped the gasp from jumping through my throat.
Of course, the first thing I noticed was him. He was in no way casual dressed down in a full tuxedo, and that was just so sexy. His striking face was turned away talking to Willow who's presence dimmed in comparison to her fiancee's, especially when he looked like that. He turned his head at the approaching sound of my stilettos and his jaw went slack and then quickly tightened.
I spoke first, lips curling into a smile, "Good Evening, Mr. Poesi, Willow." I slid into the seat directly across from him and set down my clutch.
"Darlene, so good to see you. Aren't you just the cutest little thing!?" Willow gushes and I giggle.
"Thank you, I love your top." Vincetti clears his throat before speaking, "Dame, good to see you as well as Darlene." The way he said my name spurred on my inner slut and before I could stop, I found myself saying something, anything to hold his attention just for a little while longer.
