Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 7 -

Hey Rom-Cubs,

It's certainly a long chap but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Here's the seventh installation.

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Niccolo's Chocolate House
Chapter 7
*Dari*

Special thanks to my translator @MiriHook for helping me with my Italian.

PART ONE ...

Oh heavens! Why couldn't I stop thinking about my clandestine encounter with my inapproachable boss?

He had always been so calloused towards me. I could never figure out why because, in my humble opinion, I'd done nothing wrong. Or at least, I thought I hadn't. 

Well, there was the small matter of my being a klutz, but to me, that was a lost cause because I don't think it was a curable disease, or that they gave out vaccines for klutz-maniacs. 

Besides, it was as if nature was taking matters into its own hands, balancing out the odds, causing collision after collision, to return the favour for multiple times the boss had yelled at me.

Could I have wanted something to happen?

No, that was outrageous! 

The man had verbally abused me on more than one occasion, and I wanted something to happen ... between us? 

Maybe I was just too tired of being curious about love because I actually wanted to feel something real for once. Not that I was saying the boss felt anything towards me. After all, he was my superior and the man who obviously wanted nothing to do with me. 

However, Krysta, his younger sister seemed to think otherwise, marketing my landline for his cellular, in a deliberate attempt to play matchmaker and whatnot for her older more aggressive brother, who wouldn't dare consider having me had she not intervened.

Not that I wanted him to consider me. I was in love with Stephan for Pete's sake.

Either way, I found myself stepping into the beautiful dress that my father had bought my mother before she'd left. It was the only thing I could find on such short notice and it was never worn. 

The dress was of superior quality, sitting well in all the right places, leading me to wonder if the dress that been for my mother at all. It was a semi-formal sleeveless knee-length floral printed green and white dress. 

As I tugged against the zipper, I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting myself into. I found my simple chain-set which had never really worn, sitting by the vanity mirror before I put them on.

Oh God, what was I doing?

However, I had no such luck with my beige flat sandals. It was as though reinforcing the notion that I shouldn't be doing this, to begin with. On the contrary, scenarios of all kinds plagued my mind while I lie awake the night, thinking of what today would bring. I knew one thing for certain. I had no intentions of messing things up for my papa and me so I couldn't really say no. Not while my papa was in his current state.