I take slow steps down to him...he finally realizes it's me and looks my way

Enzo's pov

I look up to see my beautiful queen coming down the steps

It feel like my breath has been knocked out of me

How did I get so damn lucky

my heart won't stop beating like crazy and shit

She looks incredible in her black dress and those beautiful plump red lips

Her long blonde hair is tucked behind her ears Neatly

and her smile

That's the best part...that beautiful smile as she walks closer to me

"You look absolutely breathtaking Amore Mio, " I say kissing her forehead ( my love )

I want to kiss those beautiful lips of hers until there too swollen but my mother will get pissed that Zara's makeup will be ruined

So I have to practically bite my tongue down not to kiss her on the lips

She blushes

I found that she loves nicknames a lot...

And I noticed she loves the Italian ones even more

"Thank you, you look very handsome " she smiles up at me

"And look how adorable Mia is" Zara squeals as Mia walks down the steps

My two beautiful girls

"Mia you look like a princess my girl," I say giving her cheek a big kiss

"DADDY, Careful" she giggles

"Thank you" she smiles up at me

"Did you see Zara she's a Princess too" She says excited

"I do see her and she looks like a queen to me," I say

I take a peek at Zara who's blushing

My beautiful girlfriend.

"Come on you guys we need to leave," my father says

"You all look exquisite!" Mother says

"All thanks to you," Zara says

"Oh, sweetie it wasn't that hard when you were already beautiful, to begin with!" Mother says

And she's completely right.

And there goes Zara's face turning a tint of pink

She's so cute when someone compliments her

_______

We're at the ball now and mother and Father are introducing us to the people that work for us

Of course, I know most of them but to Zara there all strangers

Theres A lot of employees here for all over so it takes a whole to say hello to most of them

We decide to step aside for drinks and I look over at Zara and frown because she looks pale

I look over at what she's looking at and see her parents, I remember them from meetings my dad has from time to time

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