ARIA's POV
"What are you doing, my doll?" He asked.
Groaning internally, I rolled my eyes. Obviously while looking away from him. He's such a pain in the ass. I mean come on, why always this doll thing? I f*cking hate it. I hate him.
Oh really Aria? My inner concise mocked me.
I rolled my eyes, again.
"Your doll is planning a picnic for you."
He raises his eyebrows and looked at me like I've grown two heads. "Are you dumb?"
"Nope." I smiled.
Well obviously I am going to enjoy this picnic thingie. I mean come on, I'll get a chance to have some fresh air.
"You think a f*cking Mafia like me would go to a shitty picnic?" He hissed.
Oh no! That Mafia who fantasies me as a doll? Wow! Well do note my sarcasm.
"Pretty please, Daminao. Your doll wants to go on a picnic with you." I batte
