Eva fucking Montgomery.
What was she doing here? I don't recall anyone inviting her.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." She says, her eyebrows raised high.
I twist my dress and look at the stain.
I see this red sauce smeared on the back all the way to the bottom.
How the hell did it get all the way to the bottom?
"If you want, you can take my dress. I'm really sorry." She blurts out, a worried look covering her face.
"Oh, don't worry! It's okay." I respond, with a small smile.
It wasn't okay.
Breathe, Melina. It's just a dress. You can find it anywhere.
"You're Melina Solace, right? This is your engagement party?" She asks me, with a big smile.
"Yeah." Is all I can get out.
What else am I supposed to say?
"Yes! I'm also getting married to your ex, and then helping him get back together with you!"
"Congratulations! I hope you treat Sio, with love." The dirty blonde, in front of me responds.
Sio? What the actual fuck.
"Till I die." I say, with a smile.
"Okay well, I'll see you around." She replies.
"Nice to-" Before I can finish my sentence, she walks away.
Okay then.
I walk down the hall, to get to the bathroom.
Me:
Bathroom, ASAP!!!
Mils:
On my way.
I text Mila in hopes, to find a solution for this situation.
While I'm walking down the hall, I hear a manly voice booming from one of the rooms.
"Yes.....She doesn't suspect anything.....I know....Okay bye." Is all I can hear, and that is while I have my ear pressed to the door.
I startle, when my phone buzzes in my hand.
Mils:
Give me two-ish minutes. I think your mother's trying to hook me up with someone.
I just like her message, and sprint down the hallway before that man can see me.
Mila and I always dreamed of getting married together. It would be cool if she found someone, in two days, that is.
My thoughts falter back to that man on the phone.
Is he trying to kill someone or what?
Or what if he's a part of a mafia?
Hot.
But I unfortunately don't have fantasy of getting killed.
I wait in the bathroom, for Mils to come.
The door unlocks and a feminine voice fills the echoey room.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Mila asks me, as she locks the bathroom door.
"Yeah I'm fine, but my dress isn't." I turn around and show her the mess.
"How the fuck did that happen!" Mils, practically yells.
"You won't believe it. Eva Montgomery." I say.
"What. The. Fuck." Mils responds, her mouth agape.
"I know! Okay so, I finally stood up for myself to this aunt of mine, and then I get my food, next thing I know there's this red sauce dripping down my back. And then, I turn around. It's Eva. She apologizes and shit, then brings up the fact that I should her Sio with love." I answer, summing everything that has happened within the last twenty minutes.
"Rewind. I'm so proud of you standing up for yourself, Mel. Do it every single time now. Also, who even invited her?" She replies.
"That's the thing. I don't fucking know." I say.
"Hm. I think she did it on purpose. Hear me out, you marry the love of her life, you look amazing in that dress, she got jealous." She says, in a tone which makes it seem like what she was saying, is a fact.
"She's not a bitch, she looks like a genuine soul. Also, I'm returning her Sio back to her." I respond.
"Looks can be deceiving. Also, that's one of the most ugliest nicknames I've ever heard. Thank god he's not having babies with her, she'd probably name them "Gertrude" or some shit." Mila says, breaking out in a laugh.
I start laughing too.
"Oh my god, you should ask Alessio for his suit jacket. Should probably cover most of the dress. Also, it'll make that blondie jealous." Mila suggests.
"Not a bad idea, Mils. Just the suit part, not the making her jealous part. Let me text him." I say.
Me:
Can I borrow your suit jacket by any chance?
I text him, not expecting a response in a while.
Seconds later, a ping echoes through.
Future Baby Daddy:
Yes.
Oh okay. That was easy.
"He said yes. No questions, no hesitation or anything." I say, confused.
"Whipped." Mila responds.
"I wish." I reply with an eye roll.
"You don't have to, because it's happening babe." Mils says, shrugging her shoulders while opening the bathroom door.
We walk back into the party and I spot Alessio and Eva talking to him. Rocco standing beside Alessio, looking bored.
Mila gasps from behind me.
She was covering the stain from behind. Couldn't be more grateful for her.
"She's so fucking sly. I'm telling you, she did it on purpose." Mila says, her tone now serious.
She couldn't have.
Could she?
"You're overthinking it. It's fine whatever, I'm helping them get together anyways." I respond, while we walk up to them.
I look at Alessio, and I see him holding his suit jacket. Ready as ever.
When he makes eye contact with me, his shoulders sag. As if he's relieved to see me.
Is he?
"Here you go, baby." He says, handing me his suit jacket.
I almost choke on my spit.
Baby?
He's doing a good job at putting this facade up. Damn.
"Thanks, love." I respond, while putting his suit jacket on.
It's huge on me.
"Ro-Ro, hi! How are you?" I say, making eye contact with Rocco.
"Same old, same old." He responds, his gaze slowly averting to Mila.
I smile to myself. Somethings brewing there.
I walk over to Alessio. Standing beside him.
I put my hand on his shoulder. I feel him tense up.
Then I see his muscles.
Holy shit.
The best way I can describe them is, secure.
"So nice to see you Eva. Really wish we could've met under better circumstances." I say, looking at Eva.
"Same here. So sorry about your dress again." She says, flashing me a smile.
"What happened?" Alessio asks, openly.
"Oh you know how I am, Sio. Clumsy as always. I accidentally spilled this sauce on the back of her dress." Eva responds, playfully hitting Alessio's shoulder.
What the fuck.
Before I know it, Alessio's left arm snakes around my waist. Blazing the side of my hip.
Woah.
"I don't remember." Alessio, replies.
Rocco mumbles something, making Mila burst into laughter.
"Okay babe, Mils and I have to go back to my apartment to get a new dress. I'll see you." I say, patting his chest.
"Rocco and I will come. Won't we, Rocco?" Alessio responds, having a secret conversation with Rocco with his eyes.
"Yes, yes we will." Rocco replies.
"Bye Eva, see you." Alessio bids farewell, while scurrying me off with him.
"What's wrong with you! That was rude." I state.
"Can't risk my suit jacket dirty." He mumbles.
He's an actual sissy.
"Calm your tits, I'll get it dry cleaned and sent to you, princess." I respond, with a playful tone.
"You're the oddest fucking person I've ever met." He scoffs.
"Takes one to know one, princess." I laugh out.
I was having a fine evening. That was until I saw Eva.
Who the fuck invited her?
I should run off before she gets here.
Fuck I just jinxed it.
"Hi Sio, how are you? Congratulations!" She says, in a high pitched tone.
Lord kill me already.
"Fine. Thanks." I respond, keeping it to a minimum.
"Great. I'm doing good too. Been going out on a lot of dates." Eva replies, in efforts to make me jealous.
"I'm not one who gets jealous, Eva." I answer, truthfully.
Jealousy shows weakness. Not a big fan of it.
I see Rocco walking towards me with drinks. His expression soon dies down after he sees Eva.
"Rocco! I missed you." Eva says, while Rocco hands me a drink.
"Eva." Is all Rocco says, while nodding in acknowledgment.
Rocco knew Eva was a mess, before I even knew it. He tried warning me, before it was too late. But I got blinded by "love".
Not giving that love shit a second chance.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, making me take it out.
Lina:
Can I borrow your suit jacket by any chance?
Before I even know what I'm doing, I text back.
Me:
Yes.
I take off my suit jacket, and hold it in my arms.
The thought of her wearing my suit jacket, stirs something unknown inside me.
"Are you even listening to me, Sio?" Eva calls out.
Not at all.
"No." I say, truthfully.
I, then see the sight of Lina. My shoulders sag in relief.
"Here you go, baby." I say, while handing Lina my jacket.
Baby?
I hear Rocco, slightly snicker.
"Thanks, love." She says, looking slightly confused but masking it up.
She called me love.
She puts it on, and suits her so well. Unreal.
She is unreal.
"Ro-ro, hi! How are you?" Lina says, a smile creeping up over on her face.
"Same old, same old." Rocco replies.
Melina walks up beside me. Putting a hand on my shoulder.
I immediately tense up. Not expecting her to touch me.
"So nice to see you, Eva. Really wish we could've met under better circumstances." Lina says, giving Eva a polite smile.
What the fuck happened?
"What happened?" I ask.
"Oh you know how I am, Sio. Clumsy as always. I accidentally, spilled this sauce on the back of her dress." Eva responds, giving me a flirtatious smile, while playfully hitting my shoulder.
Who told her she could touch me.
What the actual hell. How does one do that accidentally on the back of her dress.
I wrap my tattooed arm around Melina's waist.
No explanation needed.
"I don't remember." I answer.
Rocco says something from beside me, making Mila laugh.
"Okay babe, Mils and I have to go back to my apartment to go get a new dress. I'll see you." Melina says, patting my chest.
I'd be damned if I let them go alone, at night.
"Rocco and I will come. Won't we, Rocco?" I reply, hoping Rocco will catch on.
"Yes, yes we will." Rocco answers.
Thank god.
"Bye Eva, see you." I say, feeling happy I get to escape her wrath.
"What's wrong you with you! That was rude." Melina says, with a gasp.
"Can't risk getting my suit jacket dirty." I lie.
"Calm your tits, I'll get it dry cleaned and sent to you, princess." Melina says, teasingly.
Princess my ass.
"You're the oddest fucking person I've ever met." I respond.
"Takes one to know one, princess." She says, while laughing.
"Yeah, yeah." I scoff out.
The four of us, walk over to my car. Melina sitting in the front, making Mila and Rocco sit beside each other in the back.
"Actually, can we go to McDonald's first?" Melina blurts out.
Who the even eats McDonald's?
"That's fucking nasty." I respond.
Melina let's out the biggest gasp ever.
"Don't you dare say that." She says, as if she's hurt by response.
"I will, because it's true." I answer, shrugging my shoulders.
"You've escaped from an insane asylum, I'm convinced." Mila, hops on to the conversation.
"Alessio just drive, I can't bear this yapping anymore." Rocco pleads. Making Mila smack his arm.
I turn my gaze back to Lina, smiling in victory.
I guess we're going to McDonalds.
We arrive at McDonald's, and order our food. We get looks from people, as we look like we just eloped and took a bridesmaid and a groomsmen along with us.
"Hey, what if we go to a beach and eat our food?" Melina suggests, her eyes peering up at me with hope.
I look at my watch, and it's 10:06 pm.
It's hard to say no to her.
"Sure, let's go." I say.
She tells Rocco and Mila about her idea, and they agree. We walk back to my car, driving to the beach.
As if, having one horrible singer was bad, now there's two.
Lina and Mila, screeched Taylor Swift in the car ride to the beach.
We arrive at the beach. Very secluded, the waves are the only things making noise.
We all sit down on a log, and I take it all in.
The waves, the moon, the dark blue of the sky, the stars, Melina.
Making my problems and worries wash away.
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