Your Favourite Crime

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Thank you rivkaa_opal for your help with the translations ❤️

Adriana

As I pull into Damien's driveway, passed the gate, I can feel my nerves settle in.

I park outside the house and as I get out of my car the front door opens.

"Princess Adriana!" Flavia runs out. I quickly lock the car door and prepare to catch her.

"Hi, Princess. It's so cold out here," I rush inside since Flavia doesn't have a jacket on.

"I missed you," Flavia says smiling at me

"I missed you too, baby girl," I kiss her cute little cheek and she hugs me.

I let her down so I can take my coat off.

"I was watching the window, waiting for you. My nonno and grandma are here!" She beams

"I heard," I smile as I put away my jacket

"Hi, chérie. Sorry I was setting up the dining table," Damien comes out of the formal dining room, "Here you go. Montreal is playing tonight," Damien hands me an extra Montreal Canadians jersey and I quickly put it on.

"Thanks," I smile

"Ready to meet my parents?" he asks, taking my hand.

I nod and we walk towards the kitchen. Flavia grabs my hand and skips beside me, clueless to my nervousness.

"Ma, Papa. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Adriana. Adriana, these are my parents. Salvatore and Roseline Carvelli," Damien introduces 

"Li tre bel. It's so nice to finally meet you," Damien's mom beams rushing towards us.
(She's very beautiful)

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too, I've heard great things. Damien didn't tell me your Haitian. I feel less nervous now," I say as she pulls me into a hug

"You're Haitian? I love you already," she says with a wide smile

"It's nice to meet you, Adriana. I'm so glad Damien has found someone that makes him happy. I hope he treats you good or I'll send him to back Sicily," Damien's father jokes, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Damien scoffs

"With your nonna?" Salvatore looks up at his son

"Oh. I love nonna, but she yells at me for every little thing," Damien winces and we laugh, "She refuses to put on her hearing aids."

"My mama is 98 and still refuses to leave Sicily. She's the last living of her siblings. Crazy, that woman," Salvatore shakes his head and rolls his eyes. I chuckle.

"Sal made Minestrone Soup. It's really cold outside so he thought it was a great idea to make soup... Let's go sit down, let the men bring the food," Roseline ushers Sandra, Flavia and I towards the dining room.

Sandra and her mother look alike. I've seen pictures of the other sister, Charline, and they all look the same. Rich brown skin, and dark brown eyes. They have this wide smile that feels warm too.

As I sit at the table, Flavia sits on my lap and rests her head on my chest.

"I'm so happy. Damien's only dated one black girl. She was... ok. But you, Adriana, seem perfect," Roseline beams

"Princess Adriana is perfect. She brings me cookies sometimes and we watch the hockey game together even though we don't understand," Flavia comments from my lap