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The thought made her blush harder, and she bit her lip to hide the small, helpless smile tugging at her mouth. With a shy, secret thrill curling in her stomach, she began gathering every shade of pink he’d mentioned — bras, panties, silk slips — cradling them carefully in her arms. He wanted to see her in them, and she wanted to see his reaction when she did. Cristiano walked away, sunglasses on, when he suddenly realised what he had just said. Pink? The color he had never liked. The one that used to irritate him whenever he saw Siena’s pink streaks in her hair or her little pink pajamas. And now… he had just admitted she looked beautiful in pink? He couldn’t believe that he just said that.

“What’s your favorite color.” “Purple.” He said it with me. Before he added. “Same shade as those panties you didn’t want.” I flinched and blushed. “What’s your favorite food?” He queried. Again, speaking with me. “Pizza with pineapple and ham.” Then he clarified. “Which still isn’t a real pizza by the way.” Immediately reminding me of driving around with him one day while we argued that pizza couldn’t really be a favorite food and that pizza with fruit was unholy.

Patty said and looked down to examine it. She stared at the bright color before her. “Well?” Andy asked as he stared at her intently. Patty walked over to Carter. “Now, Carter, be honest with me,” she said as she raised the test stick up for him to take a good look at it. “This isn’t pink, right? It’s more of a rose color. Desert rose or perhaps a light fuchsia?” she asked with a shaky voice. “Patty, honey, it’s pink,” Carter said with seriousness in his blue gaze.

He put his arm around my shoulder. " You both carry on." I slip away from his hold and pace inside. Rita gazes up at me and immediately comes to my side, " You'll wear pink! Please? " She says in a requesting tone. It's her wedding, I can do this for her. There are only white and light colors in my cupboard. There's only one pink shirt, one pink top in my cupboard. I've hardly worn pink twice or thrice in these past seven years, " Can you do this? We'll get the opportunity to see you in different colors. " She makes her puppy face.

“How should I do it then? How should I fix it and convince her? She really doesn’t believe anything I said.” Just then, the doorbell rings and the guys let out excited cheers. Granny studies the plates on the counter, but she waits until Pink leaves and returns, carrying no less than twelve extra large boxes. Hey, we’re five grown men here. Twelve pizzas are more like a snack. “Is that anchovies?” Granny nearly gags when Mark pops the lid on his box. “Oh yeah,” Pink says and grins. “Most definitely.”

He had a lot more to get out of life. The model Pia rolled lazily over to her side and bared her back to the sun. Her bikini were a deep sea-green with yellow polka dots. The bottom was secured at both sides by some glass beads, probably diamonds. She was the typical sun-browned skin goddess worshipped by millions worldwide. A top-notch lingerie model.

"Pepperoni pizza, anyone?" "What's in the next box?" Gil asked, already opening the box. He made a face of disgust. "Ugh, garlic prawn, yuck!" He pushed the box over to me and opened the next one. "Ooh! Margherita pizza! Nice one, bro," "Wait, how come I'm stuck with this one? I don't like garlic prawns,"

But if my memories serve me right, he had the habit of throwing tantrums over little matters. 'Voglio rosso, argento, oro, blu, rosa, verde' (I want red, silver, gold, blue, pink, green) 'I said color, not colors.' 'Can you delete the black? I hate black.' 'Pick a color already!' 'I just told you,' he stared at me blankly. 'Il colore rosa deve venire con glitter, così come il giallo e l'hmm… arancione! Sì, non dimentichiamo di arancione e mango e ooh, gelso, uva.…' He face palmed himself and sighed. (The pink colour must come with glitter, as well as the yellow and hmm… orange! Yes, let's not forget about orange and mango and ooh, mulberry, grape…)

He dialed the number and walked out of the room "Yeah, Pizza Corner." She just sat and looked at the table. Soon, she heard the ring of the oven and walked towards it. She uncovered the baking dish. The top was light golden brown. She kept it aside for 5 minutes and then cut it into squares. The aroma spread throughout the house. Kirito stood at the balcony and heard his stomach grumbling. Vivian took one piece and stuffed it inside her mouth. As she picked up another, she saw Kirito's hand move towards the plate. She looked at him. He looked back "What? I'm hungry."

MIA "You didn't answer my question. Do you like it?" I nodded. "I do." "Or, you want me to pink it all up for you?" I furrowed my brows, letting out a chuckle. "What? Pink it all up?" He nodded. "Yeah. You love pink studs, don't you?" I chuckled. "I could change the desk and chair to pink ones. Get you something like a portrait of Cardi B or Nicki Minaj for the wall. They wear pink mostly though."