《Cuore Mio》Chapter Fifteen - Clubbing
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Azalea's POV:
After my confession about that night, he told me to never keep something like that from him ever again, to which I agreed. He even applied a cream on my neck to heal the bruise faster.
We went back to our own rooms after I had some warm milk. When I asked him why he was up, he said he was worried about the company.
Now, I was in my room on the bed, still feeling cold. After thinking for a while, I decided to ask Dante for another blanket.
I walked to his room and when I was just outside the door, I heard a faint shatter of glass. I knocked on the door and he replied with a 'come in'.
I opened the door and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. The moonlight shone through the window of his room, so I could see him clearly.
He looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows.
"What happened ? Do you need something ? Did something happen ?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just needed a blanket. Why are you still up ?" I asked him, sitting next to him.
I saw a picture frame next him. The glass was cracked so I couldn't see it clearly but it looked like two people hugging.
"What's wrong ?" I asked again.
"Nothing. I'm okay." Dante said, giving me a fake smile.
"Oh...okay. If you want to talk, I'm here, alright ?" I said.
"Are you sure you're okay ?" He asked. "You know after that night."
"I told you, I'm fine. Don't worry about that." I assured him.
"I should've protected you. I can't protect anyone." He said looking down.
"Hey. Stop blaming yourself Dante. It isn't your fault." I said, scooting closer to him and placing my hand on his shoulder.
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"And don't say that. You are protecting everyone in the Italian mafia. Them and their families."
"What about my parents ?" He asked. "I couldn't protect them. They died, trying to keep me safe."
Oh....so the couple on the picture frame are is parents.
"Look, I might not know what happened to them, but I know you. You are one of the most caring people I've met.
They protected you and kept you safe, by sacrificing their lives. Make your life worthwhile. They would not want you to brood over them." I told him.
He smiled and side hugged me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I too hugged him back and rested my head in his. We stayed there for while, in silence. He lifted his head, a few moments later.
"You wanted a blanket ?" He asked. I nodded my head eagerly.
Dante opened a cupboard and gave me a fluffy blanket. "Here you go."
"Thanks. Goodnight." I said taking the blanket and opened the door to leave when I heard his voice.
"Goodnight, Stellina." Dante replied.
"Stop calling me a meatball, you doofus." I retort. He chuckled and I closed the door behind me gently. Going into my room, I put the blanket on myself and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up to the sun gleaming on my face.
Jeez, go fall on someone else's face, would you ?
Groaning, I looked around, and for a millisecond, I had forgotten that I moved here. Getting up from the bed, I made my way to the bathroom. After doing my daily morning routine, I changed into a casual emerald T-shirt and black skinny jeans.
I tied my hair into a loose bun and applied a little makeup.
Walking downstairs, I followed the aroma of bacon and eggs. It lead me to the kitchen where I saw Estella at the stove, making toast.
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"Good Morning !" I chirped, happily.
"Good Morning, dear. I'm sorry if I scared you out last night, I didn't mean to." She said.
"Oh, don't apologize. You didn't scare me. I'm Azalea, by the way." I introduced myself, taking a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island.
"Alright, Azalea. Breakfast is served." Estella said, placing a plate with toast, bacon and eggs. "And here's your coffee." She said, keeping a cup next to the plate.
Estella sat on the stool next to me and started eating too.
"Shouldn't we wait for Dante ?" I asked.
"He left early today. He said something about an important meeting." Estella explained.
"Oh...okay." I said, taking a bite of the food.
After we ate breakfast, Estella said she had to work; that is clean the house. I offered to help and even started doing the dishes but she shooed me out.
The rest of the day was boring. I ate, watched TV and slept.
What a lazy ass I am.
I was now laying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling when I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller ID. Kim ?
"Hello ?" I asked in an Adele voice.
"It's me.." Kim replied in the same tone.
She continued, "I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet.."
"We met each other yesterday, Kim." I said in bored tone.
"Hey ! I was just continuing what you started..... Anyway, do you want to come to the club ? I haven't gone to one in a looong time and I need a wing woman." Kim said, dragging the word 'long'.
"Yassssss !! I'm so bored in here. What time ? Are you picking me up ?" I said.
"8:00 pm. Yeah girl, I'm picking you up ! Invite Dante and Alex too, if you would like to !"
"Alright. I'll send you the location. Bye !"
After her call, I had a shower and started dressing up. We normally never went to clubs, but when we did, we made the most out of it.
Normally, I don't apply makeup, but I felt like it tonight. So, I put a little shimmery eyeshadow, highlighter and a nude colored lipstick. I also covered the bruise in my neck with concealer.
I decided to wear the dress I bought yesterday when Kim and I had gone shopping.
It was a mustard-colored off the shoulder body fit dress with that reached my knees.
I called Alex and invited him too. He said he would there in half an hour. When I called Dante, he didn't pick up. Thinking that he was busy, I didn't call him again.
A few minutes later, Kim picked me up and we were on our way to the club.
When we reached, I saw Alex waiting outside for us. As we walked towards him, he noticed us and waved. His eyes were fixated on Kim and when I looked at her, her cheeks were pink.
Ooohhhh lalala...I ship !
All three of us walked in together and that's when the night began.
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