-Blaze-

I settled everything for our trip to Italy. Everything should go according to plan. This was a great opportunity to understand the real reason why the Wine Company didn'tallied with ours.

It all sounded rather strange when I find out Mr.Brocotta wanted to have a partnership on marketing with Eleonora and then she invites her for a wedding anniversary, I was intrigued in this curiosity for knowing her and I shall go to, to try every possible thing to make him change his mind and for that I might need her.

For some reason Mr.Brocotta likes Eleonora and doesn't like me, so she will be a good bait to turn his mind around and bet on us, on Maxwell Inc.

I was arriving home waiting for the elevator to open doors, I had left Eleonora and her friends and her mom at home. They seemed to be having fun talking about me, and my qualities thinking about that makes me smirk uncontrollably. That woman surely makes risky choices and comments to carry on this facade, but I couldn't complain everythin she said was in my favor and it made me wonder if she thought about it, how was her imagination so fluent? Had she ever thought about it?

Well, it doesn't matter really. My curiosity needs to dissaoear those thoughts are no help and might change the way we see each other and that... That cannot happen.

The doors opened, I entered my house took of my shoes and placed my coat on the hanger. It was all dark, she probably went to bed already.

I walked to the kitchen opening the fridge to see what could possibly be my dinner. Some rests of spaghetti seems nice. Spaghetti it is.

While the spaghetti was heating, I placed a glass of water and cutlery on a tray to take to my office that's when I see the television rolling credits on. The white letters were hurting my eyes since everything around was dark minus the dim lights over the kitchen isle that I turned on.

Did she forget to turn off the tv? She usually doesn't do that.

I walked to the living room area in search for the remote when I found a laying body sound asleep in the sofa.

She was sleeping peacefully, her breath calm and she seemed like she was smiling. I crouched down to take a better look at her, she had her head over a couch pillow and she was covered with a grey wool blanket.

I noticed how big her eyelashes were and how her nose was so rare, so straight with no irregularities and her lips were slightly parted, in her hand she was helding a paper.

She seemed like a different person, no anger or sarcasm, no teasing or babbling, she seemed so serene I didn't felt like waking her up.

But I forgot the water I put on the electric kettle, the warning sound of the kettle meaning the water was already warm woke her up in distress.

"Calm down" I said taking the remote from the center table and shutting the tv

"You're home?" she said stretching herself

"Yes" I stated "I told you to not wait for me" I teased interested in what she was doing down here so late.

"Ha ha" she laughed sarcastically "I needed to give you this" she handed me the paper she was holding during her sleep "I was afraid if I didn't gave it to you immediately she would appear again"

"Who?" I asked curiously

"Sarah!" she commented not very pleased, Sarah visited?

"She handed me that, saying she wanted us to go almost like begging in my opinion"

What the hell was Sarah doing here, I opened the envelope, it was a dimple weeding invitation with drawings on it "a stethoscope?" I said to myself

"And a syringe. They are definitely weird and obsessed with that" she mentioned folding the blanket

"What did she say? Did she mention anything else"

"She said she knew we would probably not go, but still she wanted us to"

"Not happening" I stated walking to the kitchen and throwing the invitation to the trash

"Altough I am starting to hate them, respectfully, I don't like your family" she said making me smile which I hid from her, that statement made me feel good I didn't know why but it did " they are crazy but still, we should go"

"Go? No! We are not going to that wedding" I warned

I saw her rolling her eyes and walking to the kitchen isle "look, they are all waiting for us to not go"

"That's exactly what we are doing. Not going" I said taking the hot water and placing it on the cold spaghetti

" So you're going to make your enemy happy? I thought you were better than that" she commented sitting on the wooden bench of the isle

"Enemy?"

"The best way to piss your enemy is to do the exact opposite they are hoping you to do. They think you're not going so you are going and you will show them you don't care about them or their opinions" she explained making me raise an eyebrow. Why did her explanation sound good to my ears?

"Where did you learn that?" I asked while cutting slices of cheese to eat with the red wine

"I live with you. I learned a thing or two"

"Oh right I forgot we were enemies" I recalled our trivia night

"I think you should step up and tell them you don't actually care"

"And I don't that's why I won't go" I explained while she rolled her eyes

"No" she said frustrated "that's not how you show you not care. You're great at being careless act like it" she demanded "We will show up to show them that their talks and thoughts or opinions don't really mean anything to us. We will go to the ceremony and eat like nothing has ever happened" she explained proving her point, it made sense and I liked the idea although I wasn't a very fan of it .

"You learned all that with me?"

"I guess it had some perks, but don't flatered yourself watching housewives with my mom was also a big help" she said while looking at the spaghetti

"I guess we'll have to go then"

"Wow look at that we are agreeing in something" she said taking a slice of cheese

"About time" I joked. I remember then our next trip to Italy I should warn her about it "By the way next month we are going to Italy"

"To meet Mr and Mrs Brocotta"

"Yes and please be in your best behaviour, they are very important people"I alerted her

She groaned in disbelief "Stop treating me like a child. You need me for this trip, they like me they invited me you're just a plus one" She commented

"It's an important business trip we need to work together"

I saw her frowned eyebrows, cringing at my words "do you mean like a... Team?!"

"Yes" I simply answered knowing she would over react

"I don't think I can do it"

"I know you'll try"

"I will just to show you how they like me more than you" she smiled taking another slice of cheese and walking away "Night Night partner " she said walking up the stairs.

It's going to be a tiring weekend.

Eleonora

I am not going to lie I never been to Italy and I'm quite excited but I'm also very terrified of spending a whole weekend with Blaze. We will have to sleep in the same bed, live in the same division, eat in the same table at the same time.

It was it's pros and cons. More cons than pros honestly.

It was good to have a business trip, I felt useful and I also was curious to comprehend why did they want me on that wedding anniversary, I mean they really must want to know me in person.

I was now finishing packing with help of my friends that were Facetiming me who kept claiming this was a romantic escape barely did they know the truth, well I kept telling them it wasn't but they really didn't believe it.

"He is so romantic honestly how did you find such a perfect guy" Miles asked through the phone

"I'm telling you it's a business trip only" I explained "There's this big company on Italy that Blaze would like to be associated with, they invited us to go to a wedding anniversary so we are taking our chances at the event"

"Sounds like a very bad lie" Jenny laughed

"It isn't, now can you guys help? I don't really know what to take to the event"

"They are Italian go with something simple, lose and elegant at the same time" Miles helped "Dress something that makes you think of summer, yellow dresses, blue dresses, flower dresses"

"I refuse to take any flower dresses" I said remembering the last time I dressed the only flower dress I had, it was pure misery. I met Blaze's crazy family I'm afraid that dress might be cursed

"What about the white one you bought last summer when you met Andre?" Jenny asked

"Oh yes! That one is great! " I cheered scanning the closet "How do you remember that?"

"I wanted one in blue and he made it for me, matching my eyes" She explained

"Andre is a fashion genious" Miles commented

"True" me and Jenny agreed

"Thanks for the help guys" I always appreciated their help, even though I have been the best of friends these months, lying to them was eating me alive. I just hope they understand when this is all over

"Bye girl! Have a fun and romantic triippp" Jenny cheered happily while sending me kisses

"Have fuunn" Miles smirked

"I will thanks"

"Are you going to wear our gift?" he asked curious, right the gift from the sex shop, a black lingerie, no I'm not of course

"No"

"Boring!" he commented

"Pack that into your bag now ELEONORA VARGAS HART" Jennifer shouted

"fine I will" I said frowning at her sudden agression

"Now!" she demanded, I rolled my eyes taking a deep breath. I tried to find we're did I hide that lingerie once in my hand I laid it over the back full of clothes

"Happy?"

"Pack it inside!" she dared, I did as she said "Good" she smiled

"May I go now?" I asked sarcastically, while I was in the closet talking to my phone. Even though they were via phone they still bossed me around.

"You may! " she clapped giving me kisses and goodbyes, she was so bipolar I swear

"Bye, girl. I wish a lot of pleasure in Italy" Miles winked, I smiled at him but a sound of a closing door caught me off guard

"Thanks" I smiled after my goodbyes they both hang up. I quickly walked to the bag taking the lingerie of the bag and placed it again on the big closet.

I tried to zip the bag once I had everything ready.

"Do you want some help?" a voice scared me making me shiver

"Gosh! You scared the shit out of me" I said still shaky "What are you doing here?"

"I went to the bathroom. Needed my razor blade " he said swinging the razor blade in his hand

I looked over at my bag on top of the bed, my heart starting beating at an abnormal pace. Did he see it? Please God tell me he didn't.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking me up and down noticing my weird behaviour

I looked at the bag and to him again, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the case over the bed.

"Are you behaving weirdly afraid that I may have seen the black lingerie that was here moments ago?" he questioned, I nodded not being able to enunciate any words "Relax, I didn't see it"

And for some moments I felt relief leaving my body, and I could breath normally.

"Was that your friend's gift?" he questioned "it was nice I like black" he said walking away and then it hit me.

He saw it. Of course he did how could he know it was a black lingerie laying on too of the folding clothes.

Let's just hope he forgets it and we never talk about it anymore.