OLIVIA
Spinning around, with a hint of irritation on my face, I shoot Em a look that shuts her up real quick.
"Ease up, sourpuss; she's got car sickness," Izzy quips from her seat beside Em.
I've got the shotgun seat, and guess who's at the wheel? Matteo.
Anyway, Em and Izzy claim they despise the shotgun seat, but it's a total farce. Back when Dad used to drop us off at school, Em always claimed shotgun like it was her throne. And as for Isabella, it's crystal clear; she winked at me after her not-so-stealthy lie. I'm pretty sure Matteo saw through her act too.
Back to the current situation, Emma has been groaning non-stop, but now I'm pretty sure she's doing it just to get under my skin.
"So, Isabella, which one of your friends is coming over?" I inquire.
Matteo snickers, and she shoots him a glare that promptly silences him.
She mumbles some incoherent words, assuming I can hear her.
"Huh?"
"I never really had friends, well, I did have them, but that's by the wayside," she sighs.
As we approach their place, the anticipation builds.
"Well, I'm glad that's changed ," I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
I steal another glance at Isabella through the rearview mirror, and her expression is a mix of nerves and excitement.
The car slowed down, indicating we were getting close and whoa. I'm seriously taken aback. This house isn't just fancy; it's like, 'We're so rich, we breathe money' fancy.
The design? Insane. It's all sleek lines and giant windows, the kind you'd see in those movies where people live a life I can only dream of. And size? Let's just say it's less of a house and more of a 'we need binoculars to see the other end' kind of deal.
As Matteo parks in what looks like their driveway, I'm trying not to gawk. It's like the front page of a fancy home magazine – flashy doors, a manicured lawn that probably costs more than my entire existence, and a fountain that's showing off just because it can. This visit just went from interesting to 'am I in a movie?' kind of vibe.
The car comes to a stop, and I hear Emma mutter a "wow."
Matteo rushes out of the car and opens the passenger door for me.
"Ooh, what a gentleman," I hum, and Isabella snorts.
Matteo sends her a glare at the inhuman sound that just came out of her mouth.
A woman comes running out towards us.
"Dios mio, Tesoro," she exclaims, pulling Matt in for a hug. (Oh My God, Darling)
"Mamma, you saw him just last week, no need to go all dramatic," Isabella grumbles, likely missing some motherly affection.
"Oh, shut up sorella. You're just jealous because she came to me first," Matteo sticks his tongue out childishly.
"Watch your language, Tesoro," his mum playfully smacks the back of his head.
"And who might this beautiful young lady be? Please tell me you're Matteo's girlfriend. I'm getting impatient waiting for one of my sons to settle down," she says with a playful smile.
"She's not," Izzy butted in.
"Yet," Matteo quipped.
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and Isabella snickered, muttering an "I wish."
Their mum shook her head and turned to Em, offering her a sweet smile.
"And you are?"
"I'm Emma, Olivia's best friend," she introduced.
"Well, it's nice to meet you all. Come on in; Lucas and Tyler are already inside." Upon hearing that, Isabella let out a loud groan, earning her a glare from Matteo.
"Cagna," he muttered and walked into the house.
"Dios mio, mi dispiace per questo," Alessia said to us, following after Matteo. (Oh my God, I'm sorry about that.)
Walking into the house, my jaw drops – it's like stepping into a billionaire's fantasy. The place is enormous, and dripping with wealth.
The foyer is like something out of a movie, with shiny marble floors that practically scream "expensive." Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, giving the whole place a kind of fairy-tale glow. I half expect someone to hand me a glass of champagne as I step inside, because wow.
The living room is a designer's dream, filled with fancy furniture that probably costs more than my entire fortune. Massive windows show off a perfectly manicured garden, making me wonder if I'm even indoors.
Honestly, this house is beyond anything I've ever seen. It's not just big; it's a whole other level of rich. I can't even wrap my head around how people live like this.
"La tua casa è bellissima, Alessia," I told her. (Your home is beautiful, Alessia)
"Grazie, non sapevo che parlassi Italiano," she beamed. (Thanks, I didn't know you spoke Italian)
"Mio Madre me l'ha insegnata prima di morire," I told her. She smiled at me, nodding in understanding. (My mother taught it to me before she died)
"Hey, Olivia, good to see you again," Lucas said, taking my hands and kissing the back of it.
"Back off, Luke," Matteo showed up, shoving him away from me.
My cheeks reddened immediately.
Before any more words could be exchanged, the doorbell chimed.
"That must be Dante," Alessia said, darting toward the front door.
"Il mio figlio preferito," I heard her squeal from the entryway. (My favorite son)
"Mamma," Matteo playfully shouted from beside me. (Mum)
"Stai zitto, Matteo. How are you, Dante?" She said as they approached the living room where I was. (Shut up, Matteo)
"Sto bene, mamma," a very familiar voice chimed in. I wracked my brain, trying to place where I'd heard that voice before.
"Fratello," Matteo called out. (Brother)
I looked up to find the notorious Dante. A gasp slipped from my lips as our eyes met.
"Stronzo"
"Cagna"
"What's with all the swearing in this house?" Alessia yelled. I shot her an apologetic glance.
"Mi dispiace, mamma, but I want to know what she's doing here," he said, giving me a nasty glare. (I'm sorry mum)
"I invited her here; she's Isabella's roommate and Matt's girlfriend."
"Actually—" I began to correct her.
"She's not my girlfriend yet, Mum."
"That's right. She's not his girlfriend yet, and how dare you speak to my friend like that?" Isabella seethed.
"Well, your friend spilled coffee on me," he sneered.
"I spilled coffee on you because you couldn't watch where you were going, and you proceeded to call me stupid. Do I need to remind you?" I retorted.
"You're the one who spilled coffee on her?" Isabella questioned, glaring intensely at him.
Isabella's intense glare lingered on him, demanding an explanation.
Just then, the sound of footsteps drew everyone's attention, and their eyes turned towards the stairs.
The air in the room grew tense as the man walked down the stairs. Dante's demeanor noticeably stiffened, and a subtle tension gripped the room.
Without hesitation, he inquired in a measured tone, "What's going on here?" A blend of authority and curiosity colored his gaze. His Italian accent accentuated the words, and a hush fell over the room as he glanced around with a calculative gaze.
"Padre", Matteo and Izzy said simultaneously. He gave them a small smile, which they returned.
"Father," Dante uttered in a cold, clipped tone. The tension between them was palpable.
"Dante," his father responded in the same cold tone.
Alessia gave an awkward smile before introducing Emma and I.
"Gio, this is Emma, and Olivia," Alessia said, gesturing towards each of us.
"Nice to meet you," Emma and I said in unison, trying to inject a touch of warmth into the strained atmosphere.
"It's nice to meet you all; make yourselves feel at home," Giovanni said, walking off with Alessia, probably to the balcony.
"So where's Alessandro?" Izzy asked Dante suggestively, breaking the silence.
"Stop it, Bella," he glared at her, walking off to do God knows what, which gave me a view of his beautiful behind.
Wait, what the hell am I even thinking?
Isabella led us to the balcony; the barbecue stands and chairs were already set.
The soft evening breeze passed through us as we gathered on the balcony, the view extending to a beautifully landscaped garden.
"Take a seat, everyone," Alessia beamed with contagious excitement. How someone could be this pumped, I don't know, but at least now I understand where Izzy got it from. Isabella guided Emma and I toward the pool where three single chairs were waiting.
"ALESSIA!" a shriek echoed from the balcony door, diverting our attention. Two stunning, model-like girls appeared, one of them wearing an exhausted scowl. Before I could fully grasp the situation, Matteo rushed up to them, embracing one in a bear hug.
"Matteo," she screeched, giggling softly.
"Come stai, Gia," he asked after putting her down, smiling like a kid who just won a lottery.
"Sto bene," she smiled brightly. (Sto bene)
I scoffed at the same time Isabella did.
"She's one of Dante and Matteo's childhood friends and she's had this thing for Matteo, which he's completely oblivious to. The other girl is Sofia; she's cool actually."
"Should I be concerned?" I asked, half-serious, nervously chuckling.
"Nah, she's not someone you need to worry about," Izzy said, amused. I subtly let out a sigh of relief. Gia's eyes met mine, and I noticed her frown slightly before it was replaced with a huge, fake grin.
"Hey, who are you?" She walked over to us, looking directly at me. My eyes met Sofia's rolling ones, and I gave her a slight smile.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you two. Gigi, this is Olivia, and that's Emma," Matteo pointed at Emma.
"Guys, meet Gianna," he quipped, and we both awkwardly waved.
"I've known Matteo since he was three," she boasted.
"Ah, Gianna, Sofia, I see you've met Matteo's girlfriend, non ē carina?" Alessia squealed.
"Girlfriend???!!!" Gia and Sofia exclaimed in unison, but Gia's tone sounded like she could murder anyone at this point.
"She's not my girlfriend yet, mamma," Matteo said, a little flushed. I felt Gia's glare burning into the side of my head.
"Come on, Matteo, leave the girls to catch up, come on," Alessia pulled him away.
Gianna's gaze lingered on me, a peculiar intensity in her eyes. It felt like there was more to her scrutiny than mere curiosity. A subtle smirk played on her lips, leaving me slightly unsettled, as if she held a secret I hadn't discovered yet.
I sensed Gia was about to say something when Sofia pulled her back.
"Non iniziare," she muttered, rolling her eyes. (Do not start)
"Voglio solo presentarmi," Gia smirked sinisterly. (I just want to introduce myself)
"I think we're already past that, Gia. What else is there to know?" I let out a dry chuckle.
"Sei italiano?" Gia asked surprisingly, while Sofia gave me a warm smile. (Are you Italian?)
"Yes," I quipped.
"Matteo é mio," she glared almost directly into my soul.
"Gianna, we're not teenagers anymore. Let's be mature about this," I suggested calmly. Gianna scoffed, shooting me a disdainful look, before storming off—probably in search of Matteo.
"I cannot stand her, seriously," Sofia remarked with visible disgust.
"Agreed, cugina," Isabella chimed in, wrapping her arms around Sofia.
Just as the tension seemed to dissipate, Alessia's cheerful voice rang out, telling us the barbecue was ready.
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Tyler's laughter echoed across the entire balcony, the guys were tipsy and we were living for it.
Alessia and Giovanni had gone upstairs, leaving us to enjoy the lively atmosphere. Isabella and Emma were giggling beside me, clearly feeling a bit tipsy. Sofia and I sat, amused, as Gianna made a poor attempt to cling onto Matteo. It was starting to get on my nerves, and I could tell Dante noticed it too, given the incessant smug smiles he kept throwing my way—a look I was seriously tempted to wipe off his face.
Matteo stumbled towards me, a grin plastered on his face,
"Hey, Olly," he slurred slightly, a playful gleam in his eyes. "I've been meaning to say—I really like you. Like, a lot. Wanna go out with me?"
His words hung in the air, a blend of sincerity and tipsy boldness. A smile involuntarily crept onto my face, touched by the unexpected confession.
"Of course, I will, but ask me again tomorrow," I chuckled.
"Sure, I will, I will," he muttered, drifting off on my shoulders.
I glanced up to find Gianna glaring intensely at me. If looks could kill, I would've been buried six feet underground. I returned her glare with a victorious smirk.
Suck it up, Gigi.
MATTEOThe morning sun pierced through my eyelids, a painful reminder of the night's escapades. Blinking away the haze of sleep, I found myself in my room at my family's mansion. The lingering scent of last night's revelry clung to the air.Dragging myself out of bed, the rhythmic thud in my head betrayed the previous night's excesses. Olivia's laughter echoed in my mind, a melody that had unexpectedly become a part of my memories. The mere thought of her smile left a warmth that almost countered the throbbing headache.Descending the staircase, the clinking of cutlery reached my ears, guiding me to the kitchen. My initial assumption of peace and quietness was shattered when I laid eyes on Dante. Impeccably dressed, a stoic facade, and sipping on black coffee as if he had it all figured out."What are you doing here?" I muttered, my voice hoarse, still tethered to the remnants of sleep.He continued typing on his phone without missing a beat. "Making sure the house is still standing."
OLIVIAThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, coaxing me out of my dreams and into the reality of a day filled with anticipation. The excitement of the getaway to Matteo's family villa lingered in the air as I stretched in bedJust as I was savoring the warmth of my cozy bed, the serenity shattered with the abrupt entrance of Izzy and Em. The duo burst into my room with infectious energy, their laughter echoing off the walls."Up and at 'em, sleepyhead! Today's the day!" Izzy declared, her enthusiasm contagious.Em added, "Let's shake off that beauty sleep; a weekend of luxury awaits!"Izzy laid out outfits on the bed. Em, with an energy level too high for this early in the morning, danced around singing tunes. They both pulled me out of bed, pushing me into the bathroom. Their laugh echoed behind me as they shut the door leaving me to go on with my daily business.Once freed from the bathroom, I surveyed the outfits Izzy picked.Opting for a casual but stylish look, I settled
OLIVIAThe morning sun cast a gentle glow over the villa's poolside terrace, and I found myself waking up to a brand new day, wrapped in the lingering magic of the night before. Matteo's touch on my shoulder stirred me, his voice softly breaking the silence."Olivia, it's morning."Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I stretched and yawned. In a daze, I mumbled, "Morning already?" still lost in the haze between dreams and reality. I looked around and realized we fell asleep beside the pool.Matteo chuckled, a warmth in his eyes. "Time flies when you're having fun. It's 7:00 am."I inwardly groaned.As we both rose from the makeshift bed, – or you could say the heavy blanket that served as insulation, the reality of the impending departure hung in the air. "We should probably get ready to leave," Matteo suggested, his reluctance mirroring my own.I sighed, "Do we have to? This place is like a freaking dream."He smiled, his eyes holding a shared sentiment. "As much as I'd love to sta
DANTEThe low hum of my sleek Aston Martin reverberated through the air as I parked in front of the building. The sleek lines of the building mirrored the precision that defined my life. Russo Enterprises.Stepping into the building, the familiar nod from the receptionist greeted me."Good morning, Mr. Russo.""Morning," I replied, the routine of corporate life unfolding around me.Victoria, my personal assistant, rushed with a tablet in hand. "Mr Russo, there's an urgent matter from Anderson Global. They're eager for the collaboration we discussed."I sighed inwardly. Anderson Global – a calculated risk that could tip the scales of profit or loss. "Set up a meeting. Let's see if they're worth my time.""Of course, Mr. Russo," Victoria acknowledged.Walking past my secretary, Marissa, she flashed me a seductive smile, "Morning, Mr Russo." I nodded in acknowledgement, ignoring her failed attempt to flirt.We shared a history, but I made sure her place in my world was clear. A pawn in
OLIVIAGetting up from bed and stepping into the world often feels like signing up for a game of "How many things can go wrong today?"That's right.First, there's the struggle with the alarm clock, rudely interrupting my fake and peaceful scenarios more interesting than the reality I'm about to face.Then comes the bathroom routine and wardrobe crisis. Do you go for comfort and risk resembling a zombie who hasn't eaten brains for days, or do you attempt to look like a functional human being? Comfort is easier but uglier.The walk or drive to school has to be the most challenging part. You're on the road knowing you're walking or driving into everlasting doom, yeah, that's what college feels like sometimes, and you can't really do anything about it. I mean there's the choice of dropping out and eloping with the man of my dreams, maybe Chris Hemsworth, if he ever notices me that is, but-And finally, you arrive at college grounds, and it's a miracle if you make it through the day with
OLIVIAThe shuffling sounds reached my ears, building anticipation until, the door swung open."Hey, Olly," Matteo greeted, his warm smile causing a flutter in my stomach.I replied with a wide smile, "Hey, Matteo.""Come on in, make yourself comfortable," he held the door open for me as I stepped inside.Beige and brown hues draped everything, from the walls to the furniture, creating a cozy yet neutral ambiance.Matteo smiled while shutting the door behind him. "I'm glad you could make it. I thought you might not because of the rain," he said, acknowledging the obvious challenges."I had the worst day today. First, the surprise test, then the rain totally caught me off guard. To top it off, I left my chocolate frappe in Izzy's car—the same car that stopped in the middle of the road. And guess who finally got me here? Dante!" I exclaimed."Dante helped you out? That's surprising. He's not really one to offer assistance willingly.""He thought I was Izzy. I'm sure if he knew it was me
OLIVIAThe morning sun spilled into the room, casting a warm glow on the tousled sheets that wrapped around Matteo and I."Morning, sleepyhead," Matteo's voice greeted me.As I turned, I noticed he was already wide awake, most likely watching me watching me while I was sleep."Good morning. We've turned into a puzzle, haven't we?"A playful smirk adorned Matteo's face, "Best way to wake up, in my opinion.""Yeah, not a bad way at all," I agreed, snuggling further into him.Matteo's eyes sparkled, "So, how'd you sleep?""I had a dream, I was solving mysteries in a chocolate factory. I had on the Sherlock Holmes hat and all.""Maybe your dreams are trying to tell you something."I raised an eyebrow, "Like what?""Maybe you need more chocolate in your life," He teased. "Speaking of, hungry?""Starving," I admitted."How about some waffles? I make a mean batch," Matteo suggested, untangling himself from the sheets."I'm definitely interested, now take me to the kitchen and feed your starv
OLIVIAIsabella held up a backless halter top and skater skirt, asking, "How about this?""Well?" Emma pressed."Not that either," I sighed, and they both groaned in annoyance."We've been at this for an hour; everyone is ready, dressed, and you're still in your pajamas."Emma wore a Criss Cross tie-up crop top with a denim mini skirt, complemented by brown ankle boots that matched her top. Completing the look, she sported a smoky eyeshadow look, along with a deep burgundy lipstick coated with gloss, while, Isabella flaunted a black drawstring mini dress paired with white ankle-strapped stilettos. Her makeup featured a hooded eyeshadow look, complementing her nude lip combo, also coated with gloss.I'm the last man standing."Okay, this," Emma presented a white strapless corset top with a black mini skirt.That doesn't look bad, actually."I'll take it.""You will?" Izzy sighed in relief.I nodded, snatching it from Emma and walking into my closet to change.Shortly after, I stepped o