King Salvatore.
The waiter walks towards us and I take my eyes away from Lilas. She is busy fixing her hair into a bun and it’s seeming to be impossible because her hair is such a lump sum of dark waves that falls to her waist. We have arrived at a very distinguished restaurant, although it was supposed to be for only us…I didn’t ask Ciara to come along. And just when I am about to pick the menu, Ciara gasps, picking her phone from the table.
“God!”
“My professor just scheduled a test. I have to go.” Ciara says, getting up from her seat quickly and plants a kiss on my cheek. I use a hand to cover the smile that is growing on my face and she hugs Lilas, rushing off.
“Bye.” I say, unfolding my napkin and Lilas shakes her head.
“You look so happy.”
“That’s because I am.” I state.
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