Inside the car, Filipe found it hard to take his eyes off Jane.
“So where are we having dinner?” Jane asks, curious.
“Contrstaccio,” Filipe says, smiling.
“I think I am overdressed,” Jane says, looking at her hands, fiddling with her fingers, remembering the last time she was at Contrstaccio and the pool party afterward.
“You look perfect, absolutely stunning,” Filipe says, not scared to let her know how he feels.
Jane blush and tries to avoid his eyes. ‘I am not ready for a relationship with him, but how do I tell him.’
At the restaurant, it was crowded with paparazzi.
‘Oh no, if photos of me looking like this get in the tabloids people might put two and two together,’ Jane thinks, refusing to get out of the car.
“Can we go someplace? I am not up for this,” Jane asks, thankful for
