FOURTEEN

FOURTEEN

DIANA

I had considered not ever setting foot in Luca’s restaurant anymore and maybe not ever seeing Dante again. After what had happened and my more than disgraceful walk out of the restaurant that day, I had thought maybe I would bump into him again. I had even gone as far as asking the receptionist if a certain Dante had a reservation at the hotel to which she replied in the negative.

So I had simply just made out with an attractive man whom I just met and hardly knew anything about. It was unlike me to even do anything like this but there was something irritatingly attractive and absolutely compelling about him that would make me do anything that he asked for.

The next day, I had gone to the restaurant much to the surprise of Luca who bless him had asked me if I was alright. I was sure he maybe had seen the footage from the dashcam of Dante kissing me and me being the wanton trollop that I was but he said nothing about it. The day had gone on really uneventful without the