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"Not a history fan, then?" He asked lightly, as if teasing her, "The whole of Rome is alive, and I will show you the best parts-- parts few have had the pleasure of experiencing. But as beautiful as you are, and as convincing as I'm sure you can be, you'll have to wait until we land to find out more." The only reaction she received in response to her movement beneath the table was a slight parting of his lips, but with a small smile he closed them again. "I can assure you, no one will disturb us this evening-- I've pulled some strings to make sure our expensive date is uninterrupted." In response to her final question, he responded, "And hopefully, a bit of both. Though I doubt much would surprise a woman of your status, I do have a couple hidden surprises in store." Lorenzo leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table as he clasped his hands in front of him, drawing closer to her, pressing his calf back against her own leg beneath them. "I suppose the better question is, Adriana," He started, lowering his voice to have some semblance of privacy from the third individual seated toward the rear of the cabin, "is your lecherous heart just using me for my good looks? I'll not be taken advantage of on our little journey, not matter how much I might enjoy it." His tone was playful, and light, one of his hands reaching out as if to take hers. At the last moment, it changed directions and gently pulled her glass from her fingers, holding it up as the waitress emerged from the rear of the plane to refill it for her.
When he told her sheâd have to wait until they landed, her lips curved into a grin. "I donât mind waiting." She replied smoothly. "It makes the reveal more... Exciting."
Her leg didnât retreat when his pressed back against hers beneath the table. If anything, she adjusted, ever so slightly, so that the contact became more intentional. When he leaned closer, Adriana mirrored him without thinking. And when he teased her about using him for his good looks, her brows lifted faintly as if mildly impressed heâd even dared.
"Your good looks?" She echoed, a soft laugh slipping from her lips. "Ted, I havenât even decided if theyâre useful yet." She allowed him then to reach for her hand and then watched as he diverted and stole her glass instead. Her eyes followed the movement, then returned to him. "Youâre cautious." She said meeting his gaze in a way that made it clear she understood exactly why.
As the stewardess refilled her champagne, Adriana leaned back slightly in her seat. "Using you would imply Iâve already made up my mind. And yet, Iâm still evaluating." Her gaze dipped briefly to where their legs touched beneath the table. "And so far..." She added, eyes lifting again. "Youâre performing well.
"But if I were using you..." She let the words hang in the air for a moment. "Youâd enjoy it." She reached forward then, her fingers lightly brushing his wrist as she reclaimed her glass from his hand. "And you wouldnât complain." It was only then that Adriana lifted the champagne to her lips without breaking eye contact.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the biggest cheater on the board. La Dolce Vita with Pest Control??" After she'd just pointed him out as the most attractive man in the room.
"And all the receipts on my phone to show you giving me grief about not rigging this thing..." Gideon shakes his head. "You don't get to say shit to me, I'll have you know."
"Aren't you proud of me? I've got the numbers up for the children. Those pussies were trading pennies when it's a child's dinner on the line." She clicked her tongue, giving him a slow, unimpressed shake of her head. "Thought you cared more, brother. Turns out you're less Lord of the Rings and more Game of Thrones."
Her grin broke through a second later, entirely too pleased with herself. She bounced once on her toes, barely containing her energy. "Technically, you told me to expand. When we came in, I was fully set on just having the time of my life with Spence. Truly. Even considered yours because F1? Fuck yes. But because you said not to cop outâŚ" She tilted her head. "I chose differently." That, was followed by a wink.
"So what if I fucked with Mel?" Another wide, unapologetic grin spread across her face, the kind that meant she absolutely did it on purpose and would do it again.
Then, suddenly, she slapped his shoulder playfully.
"Wait a minute!" Adriana narrowed her eyes, stepping in front of him so he couldnât escape her. "Don't change the subject. French. Getaway. What are you hiding?" Her brows lifted slowly. "Do you know her? More than just the general consensus?" She leaned in slightly more. "Because if you're about to pretend this is innocent, I need you to rehearse that lie again."
"Una valutazione equa," He responded smoothly, curious exactly how much Italian she knew. "I can show you parts of Rome you've not seen before," He added, switching easily back to English, "Things to excite even the most ... experienced traveler. Though I wouldn't be counting on a ground-level tour of the Coliseum tonight, I'm afraid I have plans in mind." His gaze held hers without wavering, curious just how far this intensity could be taken without her backing down. Something told him backing down wasn't in this woman's vocabulary, and a small grin spread across his lips at the challenge. Lorenzo was intense in his own way. Perhaps they'd each found their match. At the mention of the Rutherford name, and the possibility of some grand plan she may have been working, the taller man merely nodded in acknowledgement, keeping his demeanor amicable. "It had crossed my mind," He'd admitted casually, "Though I would be lying to say I wasn't pleasantly surprised to see your name under the winning bid. I much prefer your company to some Russian pezzonovante." He had stronger feelings about the whole situation, and her affiliation, but it would be rude to discuss them plainly, and he preferred to keep his hand of cards close to his chest. It was out of habit, necessity, rather, that he'd developed this habit as a young child. And it had served him well throughout his career.
"There's been a few women over the years," Lorenzo allowed, sitting up a bit straighter as food was laid on the table between them by the stewardess. "Thank you," He said politely, turning his eyes from the woman back to Adriana, "And Italians are known to be the intensely jealous type." He sipped his champagne, setting the glass on the table and picking a few grapes from the platter. "I doubt you have much to worry about, however. Unless we're discovered intertwined beneath the stars on the beaches of Santa Marinella tonight, I doubt they'll know you're in Rome. The evening was have planned is quite a ... private one."
Adriana didnât interrupt him. She never did when a man was building something; it was far too entertaining to watch him assume he was the one in control of it. She simply observed him over the rim of her champagne glass, that faint, knowing smile resting lazily at the corner of her mouth, as though sheâd already decided she liked where this was going but, of course, wasnât about to let him know it.
"Parts of Rome I havenât seen before?" She echoed softly, her brow lifted just slightly. "That sounds wonderfully unspecific." She wasnât a woman who fell for presentation alone. She preferred to see what endured once the tension settled.
At the mention of skipping the Coliseum, she gave a small, dismissive wave of her fingers. "Good. I donât care much for ruins. I prefer things that are... Alive."
Her eyes held his then, but not as a challenge, but more as a quiet acknowledgment. She saw his intensity and she recognized it. When he said the evening would be private, though, that was where her attention shifted. "Private." She repeated, as though testing how the word felt on her tongue.
Her fingers traced the stem of her glass again, but this time thoughtfully. "And what exactly does private mean to you, Teddy?" She asked, voice lowering just slightly. "Secluded? Exclusive?" A faint tilt of her head. "Or the kind of private that requires discretion afterward?" That small grin returned.
When his attention shifted briefly toward the stewardess as the food was set down, Adriana didnât follow it. She had no interest in what had momentarily caught his eye. Her gaze remained exactly where it had been - on him.
Instead, beneath the table, her leg shifted. Her heel slid slowly along the inside of his calf before settling, unhurried, just brushing there. A quiet claim. When his eyes returned to her, she was already watching him. "You mention jealous Italians." She said lightly. "I donât frighten easily. And I certainly donât compete." Her gaze dipped to his mouth for half a second before rising again. Jealousy, actually, in her books, was a welcomed act. "If someoneâs going to find us, Iâd hope weâve given them something to talk about."
She leaned back only slightly, not retreating, just giving him space to look at her properly. "So, tell me." She murmured, eyes steady on his. "Are your plans meant to surprise me or tempt me?" Adriana was waiting to see how far he was willing to go.
"Cheap champagne out of a plastic glass has never been my style," Lorenzo retorted, accepting her bag and handing it off to one of the maintenance workers with a polite nod. Though they would only be gone for a night, she'd packed a full bag-- he hadn't expected much less. The cheek caught him slightly off guard, though his stoic features didn't betray his surprise. He knew this trip would go one of many ways-- if she was as affiliated as he believed, she would likely use it to try to get information out of him. So this kiss was to be expected to put him off his guard. Men were predictable, after all, and he had a strong feeling that she knew exactly how to work them. If she was truly just an art dealer-- a very wealthy one, judging by her bidding-- perhaps it could be a fun day away. She mentioned her bodyguard, and Lorenzo made an unusual choice-- he offered his hand to the man and gave him a small, friendly smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Jack, welcome." He wasn't intimidated by the man's surprise appearance and took it in stride. He'd learned as a young boy that no matter someone's position, you treated them with respect, whether they were the janitor or the CEO. Everyone had a role to play, and a persons value shouldn't be diminished because of their type of work. Additionally, this had kept him alive previously, as it was a constant reminder to himself not to underestimate anyone. Assume everyone- everyone- was capable of killing you, and you'd never be disappointed.
Lorenzo joined her on the plane, and gave her a small smile. "If you get to use a nickname, seems only fair if I do too... Helen, as in Helen of Troy, seems appropriate." The woman who was so beautiful that a war was fought over her. Definitely appropriate. "As far as our venture, I intend to see you get ÂŁ65,000 pounds worth of enjoyment out of it. I'll leave the details up to your imagination until the time is right." The pilot pulled the hatch closed once they were both settled, and they began to taxi to the runway. "I assume you've been to Roma before, yes? I will say, it has definitely earned its reputation." He glanced out the window as the runway began to move by more swiftly as they gained speed. The stewardess arrived with two glasses of Krug Blanc De Blanc champagne, assuring them hors d'oeuvres would be served as soon as they reached cruising altitude. "So, Helen, I guess we should get it out in the open: any significant others I should know about? Psychotic ex-boyfriends? If I'm going to have to watch my back more than usual when we return, I should know ahead of time."
Adriana's lips curved into a slight half smile at his words. It sounded almost like a promise and she had long ago stopped building castles out of those. Curiosity, however - that was different. She would always be curious. Always want to know what someone was like when there was no audience to perform for. But that didnât quite mean she expected anything beyond the present moment. Expectations were what ruined perfectly good days.
So she let Lorenzo throw the intent into the air and answered it with nothing more than that small half smile.
Once the seatbelt sign switched off and the stewardesses appeared with champagne, she settled into her seat properly. One leg crossing over the other, fingers curling loosely around the stem of the glass.
"Roma ti seduce con la storia... E ti trattiene con il peccato."
Her Italian was smooth, almost perfect (at least that phrase). Her eyes lingered on the gold of the champagne as she gently rotated the glass, watching the light catch it. Rafaelle had taught her that line on one of their trips. Rome had always been a place of contradiction to her. Beauty and sin holding hands.
"It is a beautiful city however, I believe different people bring different experiences. I'm excited to see Rome the way you see it." There was no hidden meaning behind that. She simply meant it.
His question made her laugh, though she was not offended, just amused. "Is that the question that has been at the back of your mind?" She took a sip before continuing, a faint grin still present. "Do you want a list of all my ex-boyfriends? I'm sure Jack can prepare a file."
And honestly, he probably could. "As for danger? We did meet in London, you know? I did win your date at a charity event where I am sure you know who is who." A slight shrug followed. "I'm sure you're guessing who I am and what's my place there, too. Wondering if I am here to get some information out of you? Maybe I've got some grand scheme planned?"
She exhaled softly. It was better to get that out now rather than let it hover. "The Rutherfords are people I call my family and are the people I would do anything for. So if you ever feel an itch to point a gun at my sisters or my brothers, I will make sure you don't see the light of day."
She said it calmly. She wasnât violent by nature. She had never killed anyone. But she wouldnât hesitate if it came to them.
"My dating history is quite excessive, so I don't want to bore you with details. Dangerous? Some. Though I doubt Leonardo Di Caprio would do anything to you." A playful lift of her brow. "As for watching your back? I think you'd be doing that anyway, no matter who was my ex." Him being Italian already came with complications she could never compete with.
She shifted slightly in her seat, studying him now instead of the champagne. "And what about you? Can I make anyone jealous in Rome? Did I make anyone jealous back in London? Because, if I play my role of Helen of Troy well enough, I feel like I could do more." She wanted his mind stripped of everything else, narrowed down to her, to what she could do to him and what he might beg her to do again.

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When In Rome... || Closed Starter || Valentines Day Date || @amaroadriana
A private excursion to taste and see all that the Home Country has to offer. To begin, an early dinner on the top story of the Restaurant Le Colonnette in Rome. A special favor was called in with the management to ensure the candlelight dinner will be the only table on the floor. After food, drinks, and desert, enjoy a private guided tour of the eternal city with La Dolce Vita, while sipping prosecco on a handcrafted Italian luxury boat. To round out the evening, a personal tour of St. Peterâs Square and Vatican City, followed by a great nights rest at Singer Palace Hotel Roma.
Lorenzo stood on the airstrip beside a Gulfstream G550 private charter jet, the staircase descending onto the asphalt tarmac as other aircraft taxied to and from the runway. The noise was loud, but not unbearable, and the weather was perfect for flying-- not a cloud in the sky. Dark sunglasses hid the Italian's eyes as he surveyed the boarding terminal that opened onto the tarmac. The Pilot was already on board, as was the flight attendant, and the maintenance team had just finished fueling the jet and was now loading his luggage into the belly of the plane. A date of this magnitude deserved the best, he decided, so though it was not originally requested from TWI, he'd fronted the money to upgrade from first class seats on a commercial airliner to a private charter. Having spent ÂŁ65,000, he felt Adriana was entitled to a little privacy and comfort for their journey. He had mixed feelings about this whole venture. It was for a good cause, of course, but the idea of trapesing across the continent with an ally of the Russians was not exactly on his bucket list. And no matter how attractive this woman was, he didn't doubt she could be deadly in her own way. The doors of the terminal slid open silently, and he smiled slightly seeing his date walking through them. Damn she was beautiful, he thought to himself. And he bet she knew it, too. Ready or not, he thought to himself, moving toward her to accept her luggage, here we go.
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Adriana truly had to thank her brother for pushing her toward a different choice. Not that she wouldnât have enjoyed her time with Spencer, that was guaranteed, but there was something thrilling about stepping slightly off the expected path and taking a risk.
And it seemed to be paying off.
Rome had not been chosen for the romance of it. It had been chosen because she had done the math. Out of all possible outcomes, that path was the one most likely to put her in front of one of the two Italians who had managed to catch her attention. If she was going to take a risk, she might as well tilt the odds in her favour.
From those two, Vinnie was familiar territory; comfortable, tempting, easy to anticipate in all the ways that mattered. But Lorenzo? Lorenzo was new. He wasnât predictable yet, and that alone made him interesting. There was something in the way he carried himself, as if he enjoyed holding something back. Not shy. Not unsure. Just selective. That made her curious. She wanted to see what he was like outside of their brief interaction, and what heâd be like over two days, when it was simply the two of them.
"Give it here." She said to Jack, her bodyguard, after security, extending her hand without looking at him. She took her bag herself deliberately. The suitcase would be loaded onto the jet, of course. She hadnât packed lightly. Adriana never committed halfway.
"I see you upgraded." She smirked as she handed Lorenzo her bag. Before he could retreat, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Just enough to blur the line, in case he had any thoughts of putting a boundary.
"You donât mind that Jack comes, right?" Her smile turned playful. "I promise heâll hang back when he needs to. A girl can never be too careful right, Teddy?" She let the nickname settle between them.
Once seated in the jet, she crossed her legs slowly, eyes never leaving him. "So..." Her tone softened, but her gaze didnât. "What are your expectations?" A slight tilt of her head. "How do you want this to go?"
Because Adriana already knew exactly how she wanted it to go.
Jonathan Parsons 3.6/5
Somehow this old dump is a favorite with the locals. You can tell straight away - the assortment will not only surprise you in the deserts but also in the various locations that you can find them in. I wouldnât recommend it to my friends as theyâve all had it already.
Spencer Berkeley 3.9/5Â
This was my favorite restaurant for a long time. The meals were amazing! You got a huge portion for the price; it was delivered quickly and looked as good on the plate as it tasted. The staff was super friendly and always treated me well. Unfortunately, one day I strayed and ate at a fast food establishment. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply, as that was the turning point where I decided I will no longer dine at their facility.
William Robathan 4/5Â
Williamâs was only open for business between the hours of 1 am and 5 am. Youâll have to wait for him to call you about his exact opening hours, so you just canât go anytime you want. But itâs a fabulous place if youâre looking for something dirty and greasy.
Maksim Kurylenko 3.75/5Â
The staff was kind of douchy, but I kept going back the atmosphere of the place was what initially got my attention, and upon entering and spending a nice (but stormy) evening inside, I was well-pleased with my experience!
Laurent St Pierre
4/5
Waiter was very insistent that I try the French Sausage and it took several visits for me to let him give it to me. After finally giving in, I must admit it wasnât too bad; not too long but thick enough to satisfy. It was very messy, though, so thereâs no need to try your best. The crowd seems to be more of an older one, not a place to take your kids to. All Iâm all I would recommend it, but the fact that the booking is quite easy makes you wonder if thereâs something shady going on.
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Mixed. Iâd never been to the restaurant before and had heard the recommendation from the office bitch. The menu was extremely limited, and it was clear they were oversold, as the food was filled with vanilla. However, on my last visit, after I explained why I wouldnât come back again, I suddenly had an amazing meal which left me questioning me if I chose the right course in the first place.
Berat Yalaz 3.6/5 The Turkish dishes were sinfully good - rich, spicy, and laced with something that made reality feel pleasantly hazy. Each bite was an experience, a little dangerous, a little addictive. You could almost hear your brain whispering 'donât do this again.' Unfortunately, the establishment has shut down for good. The Chef... Well, letâs just say the kitchen went cold faster than anyone could handle. I guess some things are too hot to handle.
Giorgio Pecatti 3.55/5 Short, sharp, and blistering. The Italian dish hit like a small explosion: piping hot, unapologetic, and gone before you knew what struck you. There was no buildup, no mercy; just a quick, fiery jolt that left your taste buds reeling. Bite-sized chaos, served fast and fierce.
Aviv Kasyanenko 4.2/5 Walking in was like stepping onto a battlefield where your taste buds were the first to die. One bite could cradle you in comfort, the next would punch you in the gut with rogue spices, bitter surprises, or textures that shouldnât exist in this universe. Nothing made sense, the dishes appeared and disappeared like they had their own sadistic will, and every mouthful dared you to keep going. Some nights left diners laughing maniacally, others left them swearing at the ceiling, wondering why they hadnât fled sooner. In the end, the final course was delivered. Not plated. Not served. Just dropped off like takeout - no chef, no explanation, no courtesy. Apparently table service was too much effort.
He glanced down at her, more than a little relieved he wasn't bringing a Russian to the Home Country. He lowered his voice to match hers, trying to keep the cocky smirk from his lips. "Trust me, sweetheart, the tools I have are top notch. I guarantee they'll get the job done right."
She let her finger drift across his cheek like she was testing what his reaction would be. "Show me." She murmured softly. "Donât hide anything at all." Her gaze didnât waver, only made the dare sound like an invitation.
Money well spent.
Her thumb paused at the corner of his mouth, where the smirk threatened to show up. She tilted her head slightly, studying him like sheâd already decided he was hers to unwrap. "When do we leave? I'd love to see you at work. Sooner, rather than later."
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"Here, you're going to need this." She said, handing her a full glass of tequila. "I don't know what's worse - betting on a wrong date or having Jordana or Isla choose one for you. I hope you've been good to them."

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While she wasn't in the business of taking money from other people unless she earned it, Nevra really did want to go to Jordan. "I'll accept the money but Turkey? Adri, you know I'm Turkish right? I'm not complaining but it's not exactly high on my list." Damn her bosses and their need to play a game of chicken with thousands of pounds. Or maybe she should be cursing herself for not working hard enough to make that kind of money.
"Take it or leave it! Just pray to whoever you pray to that someone else takes it." Even if she had no clue who it was, she wasn't going to Istanbul. "Enjoy it, and consider this a bonus for keeping Adrian busy these days. But really, I'm serious about Turkey. Blackmail someone if you have to. Put a knife to their throat.. You know what to do."
Adriana was someone who was both easy to read and not, all in the same breath. That smile, slow, endearing and yet...terrifying? It caused the corner of his lips to tilt into the smile he wore in her company. Benjamin wasn't blind to the trauma that had moulded this woman into something akin to a fucking warrior â but that didn't mean there was no cause to worry about her. He did, from time to time.
Did he vocalize that? Absolutely fucking not. Their friendship, for what it was, didn't fall into those realms unless they were fucked up. And even then, her tongue could be as sharp as a viper's.
"Everything is always a surprise when it comes to you, darlin." Benjamin half-smiled, keeping his cards close to his chest tonight. The mention of the local history adventure had his brow arching, a slow side glance. "Please tell me you didn't hit your head on the way in here? You'd be bored in about two point five seconds and cause some kinda' riot..." a laugh fell from him. "Actually, do it...I could use some entertainment." Benjamin looked to the floor. "My ass would hit the deck, if I'm being honest with you..."
"Don't take everything to literally, Vox." Though she laughed at his words. Benjamin was a weird one, a weird friend, a weird acquaintance - whatever he was on whatever given day. Because of who he was with Melissa was two entirely different things, as if it wasn't for her, she knew they'd be closer.
Alas.
"You know full well that even if I did get the London one, I'd be the one who would be the final curator of the date. I'd just show the poor guy the real meaning and feeling of fun." Because she'd be damned if she paid even a single quid to freeze her tits off in London.
"You were never one to follow rules, Adri..." he offered the bottle out again. "We can pretend we're civilized if it makes you feel better, but I don't think there's any use pretending around me..." the corner of his lips remained tilted. However, Adriana's thoughts on his daughters caused a snort, followed by a shake of his head. No chance. "Not really my style, if anything...it's my sisters."
It was true what he was saying, however, there was a time and a place for everything. "Now you're just trying to get me to rebel, huh?" Taking the bottle, she poured some of the champagne into a glass. "A compromise?" It was going to be a long evening, and at this point, she was annoyed with Melissa while also weighing other options, thanks to her dear brother. "Now, I am curious what you decided. Have you actually pretended to be a romantic, only to then murder someone in the most exotic location?
"Something tells me neither of those things would dissuade you." Although he admittedly loves the mental image of his tailor sprinkling Adriana with holy water. "Also, saying you'll 'unleash' Damon on me is exactly the kind of threat I'd find in Lucifer's playbook... For the record." The banter dwindles as they're drawn into a boring chat with Andrew's associates before they're on the move again, Adri steering him wherever she pleases.
"By the way," Gideon picks up the conversation they'd left when engaged otherwise, "As someone who actually has done celibacyâdon't make promises you can't keep." He can't imagine it for Adriana anymore than she can. But setting her sights on burly mobsters like a kid in a candy shop?... There's nothing new about that. "Who is he? Point him out to me."
He encourages it only because it serves as a good distraction from Adriana's own romantic past. He doesn't want her thinking about Aviv tonight. Not if it risks that unhappy, faraway look in her eyes he's become too familiar with in the last years.
But at the mention of Vincenzo, the Rutherford's lip curls with obvious disdain.
"Don't even think about it. Choose a different leaf. Better yet, a whole different tree. What about..." He scans the room, looking for someone harmless by their standards. "Ăscar?" The man's laughing at something their brother-in-law's just said in the distance. "Orrr... Ayaz?" Another one nearby. Gideon's eyes continue roaming, trying to pick out options who wouldn't cause Adriana's death by violence, boredom, or a mix of both. It's harder than it sounds. Then he finds one he knows she wouldn't touch with a twelve-foot pole. He smiles. "Hasan's still single, by the looks of it. Wonder if the giant smiley head he wore while camping might have something to do with that... Rather impressed he didn't crack and murder any of us in our sleep that weekend. Still waiting for the second shoe to drop."
But in response to her own question, Gideon nods in rare agreement. "Yea, best not to ask. Not sure I know the answer myself, right now. Far easier to think of which women I wouldn't want to wine and dine unless on pain of death." And that was a long list. The more guests he clocked around them, the more names he was mentally adding to it.
Adriana would never place a bet that could genuinely endanger her entire life. She liked danger, sure. But betting on such a serious matter? Not without certainty. So she truly believed that after all the years she had known Spencer, guessing the kind of pastime he liked to indulge in was an easy guess. It should have been second nature by now. Swearing off anything for an entire year would already be a personal nightmare, especially involving celibacy.
So she just smiled at him, unbothered. "I never take a losing bet, please."
Her eyes drifted across the room, scanning lazily. "There." She said, tilting her chin slightly. "The one with the scruff and pouty lips." Though after a slight pause she reconsidered. "Talking to⌠that guy. I donât know. Hot Italian. But he doesnât look like my resident tiramisu.â Raffaele. Six years of history that refused to either settle or disappear. In and out. Almost. Never quite. Maybe one day sheâd marry him. Maybe she wouldnât. Until then? No one was stopping her from browsing the menu.
When Gideon dismissed yet another option, Adriana rolled her eyes theatrically. "Oh my God, he is not that bad." Vinnie was⌠Special? But special didnât automatically mean disqualified.
As her brother began listing men like he was reading off auction items, Adriana scrunched her nose and dramatically shoved her index finger into her mouth, fake gagging. "Youâre actually disgusting. Oscar? Absolutely not. He looks like Yvonneâs husbandâs understudy. She really said, 'I have a type' and committed." Then, she continued. "Ayaz? Thatâs borderline incest."
And then... "Hasan?" Her voice lifted several octaves. "Hasan? HASAN?" She stepped forward immediately, grabbing him by the back of his neck and dragging him down so their faces were eye to eye. "Take. That. Back." Her tone was sweet, but there was a threat hidden.
She released him only when footsteps passed nearby, flashing strangers a perfectly innocent smile before turning back to him. But not before pressing a deliberate kiss to his cheek, lipstick mark unmistakably there. Only then leaned back, admiring her work.
"Maybe youâll be lucky and get me." She murmured. "Imagine that. An entire evening. Maybe longer. Just me." A small tilt of her head. "Torturing you." Her grin widened. "Better pray you get someone fun."
And just like that, she was already walking away, toward Diana, because there was no universe in which she would stay glued to her brotherâs side.
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She almost walked past him, but she couldn't resist - with a snack in her mouth, Adriana grinned. "I can't believe I helped my friend get this." It was quite funny. "You guys enjoy!"

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LOCATION â The Barbican Centre. DATE â Friday, February 13th, 2026. STARTER â OPEN for anyone.
Merde.
It's part of a very limited vocabulary he has in French, but the Rutherford has a feeling it's going to be a revolving word over the next twenty-four hours.
Only in his head, of courseâhe's not a complete animal.
Granted, it could be worse, he thinks, downing the remainder of his glass and reaching blindly for another on the champagne table to his left. But it could've also been much, much better. He's suddenly grateful he resisted Diana's attempts to wheedle him into a date involving a multi-day trip abroad.
Twenty four hours with a French Commandant... He can do this. He has no other choice.
"I heard she's actually super nice." She grinned, patting him gently on the shoulder. "I actually think you'll have fun, and if anything, you can just give Spence a call."
@mobscene-starters Event: Valentine's 2026. Time: After the date reveals.
"Did I ever mention, I fucking hate kids?"