Does anyone speak fluent Italian? There's Italian in this book and I need someone to translate (no google translate) thanks x

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Jamia shook me awake the next morning and I whined unhappily. It was Saturday and it was early, I had nowhere to be. I pulled the covers over my head but she just pulled it off and tossed it on the ground.

"Mia," I whined. "I'm tired."

"Frank is here," she hissed.

I sat up, my eyes widened. I ran out to the living room and saw Frank standing there. He looked me over, taking in my lace panties and the t-shirt that I suddenly felt was far too short as I tugged it down.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Come on, you're moving," he said.

"M-moving?" I asked.

"You shouldn't have to live in this tiny, run-down apartment," he said. "I bought you a new apartment."

"When?" I asked.

"Last night after I dropped you off," he said.

"How do you get an apartment that late at night?" Jamia asked.

"I know people," Frank said with a small shrug.

"Just to be clear, I'm allowed to live there too, right?" Jamia asked.

"Of course," Frank said with a small chuckle. "Come on, I'll take you to see it now."

"We should pack our stuff up," I said.

Frank shook his head. "I have men to move your stuff for you. I also took the liberty of buying you new furniture and appliances."

"So we won't have ripped couches and mattresses with springs sticking out?" I asked.

"Yes And Jamia, you'll actually have a bedroom, you won't have to sleep on the pull out couch," Frank said.

Jamia shrieked happily and I glanced to the couch where the bed was still pulled out and her blankets and pillows were sprawled over it.

"Get dressed," Frank said. "I bought clothes for you to wear. I got some for you too, Jamia, I wasn't sure what you liked to wear. "

He handed each of us a bag and we went back to the bedroom.

"I can't believe he bought us clothes," Jamia said.

I nodded, looking in my bag. I put on the pastel pink shirt and the white skater style skirt. I put on the white thigh highs with the pastel pink bows at the top and pastel pink flats.

"This is cute," Jamia said.

I looked at her white sundress with the baby blue floral design and her light brown sandals.

"Okay I love him, seriously if you don't marry him I will," Jamia said.

I giggled as we walked out and Frank took my hand. We got into his car, which was a very expensive looking sports car. His hand reached over to rest on my thigh as he drove and a soft blush spread over my face. He drove us to the apartment and I gasped as I looked around.

It was so big and modern. There were light hardwood floors and white walls. The counters were marble and everything was stainless steel. It looked like something out of a magazine, one of those really fancy magazines for rich people that just shows expensive houses.

"This is amazing," I muttered, looking at the chandelier in the living room.

Frank let us look around the whole apartment. In the apartment there were four bedrooms and a total of five and a half bathrooms. There was even a second floor!

"How do you like it?" He asked when we came back downstairs after running around.

"This place is amazing," I said. "I love it so much, thank you."

"Anything for you," Frank said, kissing my cheek. "Now, Can I take you out for coffee?"

I nodded, giggling happily as we went to the elevator. He took me to a fancy little coffee shop and we ordered drinks before sitting at a table.

"I had a really nice time last night," Frank said.

"Me too," I said as I blushed.

"And I know it's a little too early to exactly make it official but...but I was just wondering what direction you were heading in with us."

"I-I think...I think we could be official," I said quietly. "I don't know."

"So you would want to go on more dates with me?" He asked hopefully and I nodded. "And even if you say no I won't take back the apartment or clothes or jewelry."

I giggled. "I'm not saying yes because of the apartment, I'm saying yes because I think you're really nice and sweet and pretty."

"Thank you, you're the most beautiful little boy I have ever laid my eyes on," he said. "The second I saw you when you walked out of the apartment building you took my breath away. It was like a ray of sunshine shone down on you from an angel in Heaven, you were stunning. You are stunning. Everytime I see you my heart skips a beat."

I blushed as I looked down at my lap.

"Thank you for the apartment and the gifts," I said.

"Of course, Sweetheart," he said.

"Where do you live?"

"Not far, over near the coast," he said. "Just outside downtown."

"Y-you live in those huge mansions?" I asked.

Frank nodded. "I can take you there to give you a little tour if you want."

I nodded excitedly and we got into his car. His hand was on my thigh again as he drove and it was so comforting despite only having met him yesterday.

"It's so big!" I exclaimed when we went through the gates up to the large house.

Frank chuckled, taking my hand as we went inside. I was practically in tears as I walked around, it was so beautiful. Everything looked expensive, even to the point where I didn't want to touch anything because I didn't wanna break it or get it dirty.

"Wow," I muttered when we got to his bedroom.

His room was bigger than my old apartment. Dark double doors opened to the room where there was two big, soft couches and an armchair. They surrounded the brick wood fireplace with the flat screen tv on it. To the right was a platform, the floor raised a few inches higher than the rest of the floor. The bed was there with dark red sheets and the mattress looked cloud soft. Little knick knacks covered shelves.

Through a door was a closet and I let out a quiet squeak from how big it was. It was so big it had its own couch! There was a chandelier and even rows of shelves for clothes. The closet was so big it made me want to cry. There was a big island in the center with marble countertops and drawers where I found things like watches and rings inside. Rows and rows were filled with fancy, expensive suits and others with more casual clothes and pajamas. There was still some obvious space that Frank had left open just in case someone else moved in to live with him and he had to share a closet.

Another door inside the closet lead to the bathroom. There were white marble floors and black marble countertops with black cupboards. The toilet was disconnected in its own tiny room. The shower could probably fit five people in it at once. Three sides of it was black marble with one clear glass door and there was a rain shower head, one big rectangle built into the ceiling that showered water down. Two more smaller spouts were on the sides where the wall was, at an angle between the wall and ceiling. The bathtub was on raised floors, marble steps leading up to it where it was built down into the ground. It was huge and a rectangle shape with a huge window over it that looked out onto the beach. On the wall above the bathtub was also a big tv.

"It's so pretty," I mumbled.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Yeah, i-it's so fancy," I said.

I could imagine myself in that hot bath with bubbles up to my chin and a movie playing.

"And I can even get you a little room," he said.

"A little room?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, a room for you to be little," he said. "There can be a nice crib for you and all the toys you could possibly want. You can even decorate it however you want."

"You don't have to pay all that much for me," I said.

"I love showering you in gifts," he said.

Frank took my hand and lead me outside. There was a little rock path that lead down to the beach.

"I've even got a hot tub here," he said.

"You have a pool and a beach?" I asked, looking between the two.

"Oh, don't ask me," he said. "That was my mom, she never liked natural bodies of water so my dad built her a pool. She always said lakes were too dirty."

"You make this much money in marketing?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Guess we just lucked out. And we also have a little shop."

"Shop?" I asked curiously. "What kind of shop?"

"Oh, it's a little shop my grandpa used to own," he said. "It's a bakery, they make, like, sweets and cakes for parties and stuff like that."

"Oh, I think that's sweet," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "My mom and grandparents still run it."

"Do they have good stuff?" I asked.

"Oh, amazing," he said. "Their apple pies and chocolate mousse cheesecakes are the best. I should take you one day."

"I think that would be really nice," I agreed.

"I hope I'm not moving too fast," he said. "And I hope I'm not scaring you off or anything, I really don't mean to."

"No, you aren't scaring me," I said. "Maybe the money is a little bit intimidating, I never really had a lot of money so you having all this is a bit intimidating."

"Tell me when it's too much," he said.

"Well, the apartment," I said, "It was really amazing and everything but I just met you for the first time yesterday and you bought me an apartment. A really nice apartment, at that."

"D-do you want me to return it?" He asked.

"You can't exactly return an apartment," I said. "I think it would be cheaper to just keep it and then pay you back."

"No, you don't need to pay me back, this is for you," he said. "You and Jamia, both of you."

He gave me a soft kiss and I blushed.

"Let's go inside, I'll finish giving you the tour," he said.

I smiled and nodded as the two of us walked back inside.