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Pietro: for sure

Pietro: what u wearing?

Valentina, a good chunk of the way through the melted cheese she was stringing into her mouth, set her phone down on her lap when she’d seen Aurora’s text. It took little time—or Valentina was rushing to eat the cheese while still in its scalding state—as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin, still chewing. “Mm!” Was the half-smile—all while trying to chew and swallow without choking. Wave, one-armed-hug to her sister, as she spent the minute finishing, and taking a sip of her water. “Hi, hi, hi—Give the cheese a minute to settle my stomach so I can lecture you on why you should love these cheeseball things. I’m thinking about getting another one.”

A laugh fell past Aurora’s lips as she watched her sister eat the cheeseball, trying not to choke. Her nose scrunched, imagining all the grease that would come with each bite. Hugging her back, she shook her head. “No, thank you. I think I’m good. I think I’ll stick to the pretzels and the churros, and maybe some popcorn.” She nudged her sister playfully, making sure to not knock her sister’s cheeseball over. “How have you been Val?”

Pietro: wondering around the carnival atm, iso some grub

Pietro: wya?

Valentina:Just eating a big fried cheese ball, so only as busy for as long as it takes me to finish it and resist ordering another. Come meet me? 

text to 📲 Val🍰💕: A big, fried cheese ball sounds gross. But I’ll come to keep you company. 

Aurora had entered the carnival the second after she sent her text and then tucking her phone into her pocket. She looked around for Valentina, and her cheeseball, walking over to her sister the second she saw her. “Hey,” was all she said as she sat down.

text to 📲 pietro🖤:

text to 📲 Val🍰💕:

Taking a seat on the park bench with a slush in his hand, Dante takes a sip of it as he watched families pass by. They too were enjoying the nice weather; same as him. A lot was on his mind lately and honestly? Dante didn’t know what to do. After the masquerade the youngest male Rinaldi kinda went dark. He rented a cabin up in the mountains to be by himself. To him it was very much needed to clear his head. A lot of bullshit that did to him.

He didn’t tell no one, but part of him yearned to be back out in the field–to be back overseas. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch by wearing civilian clothes. Placing his drink down Dante leans forward as he looks at his scarred knuckles. 

Before he could drown himself in his thoughts of what he did overseas got caught off short by someone taking a seat beside him. “Beautiful day, right?” 

Aurora found joy in taking walks in the town. She loved to see the beautiful sighs and people, reminding herself that the world wasn’t all evil. Even though most of it manifested in the town. She tried to look as simple as possible, not wanting to stand out too much and attract attention. She wanted to enjoy her day and not have to be worried if someone was following her in attempt to rob. It was a terrible thought, but it had happened before. She had grown more cautious of everything. 

Aurora looked along the benches, wanting to find a place to sit and relax her legs. Wearing heels and going on an endless walk wasn’t a great combination, but she wouldn’t be stopped. Her eyes landed on a recognizeable face, spotting that blonde hair, blue and brown eyed man from a mile away. A grin tugged on her face and she walked over before sitting down next to him. “The day is always beautiful,” she answered. “I haven’t seen you since the ball. Come get lunch with me to catch up?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know whether you would like or not for me to sit by your side on the bed,” it wasn’t everyone that would like it, some just were okay with it, when it was a close friend, and that was not the case with Aurora and Carlos. They were friends, but there was more room to get closer, she was an actual good person, and she was nice, so he couldn’t see why they couldn’t end up becoming really close friends. When it came to character, the Rinaldi kid was similar to her sister, Valentina, they both were really great people and people that he actually enjoyed having around. “Okay, okay, I have a feeling you won’t take a no as an answer, so I will do what you wish, you are the birthday girl after all,” he picked up the fork and ate a bit of her breakfast.

“You’re a friend and a bodyguard. i think I can trust you to sit next to me,” Aurora said. She did shift a bit to the side in case he wanted some space between the two, to make himself have a bit more comfortability on the bed. They weren’t very close, but she hoped to be. After disappearing and running off to gain her sanity, the young Rinaldi realized that she needed more friends. She let him take some of her breakfast and happily bit into hers. “So,” she started and cleared her throat. “Have you been reading those books I got you for birthday? I wasn’t sure if you’d like them, I honestly just guessed.”

She wasn’t lying and he could tell, it was one of the reasons why he did it, because he knew that she would actually enjoy it, and that she would be thankful for it. Seeing people reacting that way put a smile on his face, he liked when he did something for someone, and they got happy about it, it was a nice feeling, it was enough to make him be glad that he did it. “I know,” as he never went to her bedroom, as far as he remembered, he for some reason felt a bit hesitating to sit down by her side, it was why he sat on the edge, but when she told him that it wasn’t necessary, he decided that there was no harm in sitting on the spot by her side. “I guess I just wasn’t sure where to sit, since I never came to your bedroom,” he got up and sat by her side. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he smiled at her. “I have eaten already, it’s why I just made it for you.”

“A valid reason,” Aurora said softly and took a few more bites of her food. Very few people went into her room, and if anyone did, it was usually family and Aurora would get out of her bed to show some sort of respect. No disrespect towards Andy, but he was more of a friend than an authoritative figure. She raised her eyebrow again when she looked at him, and then looked at her plate again. The blonde girl stabbed her fork into one of the pancakes and then held it towards Andy with a grin on her face. “Well, by the birthday girl’s orders, you have to at least eat a little bit in front of me.” She knew he couldn’t say no, or at least she hoped it wouldn’t. “I have to make sure that my favorite chef has eaten after cooking a meal for me.”

Cooking was actually one of the things that he enjoyed doing, especially when he did it for someone else, seeing how people appreciated, and how much he liked his food, was actually something that he enjoyed a lot. He made his own food every day, unless he had no time to do it, but other than that he always did, though it was not as good as when he did to another person too, it was just not the same, it was one of the reasons why when he was going out with a woman, he liked to, in at least one date, cooking for them, there was also the fact that he found it a lot more romantic than taking them to a restaurant. “Yes, I did,” he said with a small smile, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed the tray on her lap, in it there was waffles, pancakes, and a juice. “I know, but I wanted to,” he wanted to make her birthday feel special, because she was his friend. “I hope you like the food, I haven’t tasted it, so not sure if it’s really that good.”

Aurora was ready to argue against him that he didn’t have to, but she knew that he would insist that he needed. That’s what happened on birthdays; everyone does something for the birthday person and they’re not allowed to tell their friends that it was unnecessary. The blonde let out a small laugh as she shook her head. “I really do appreciate it,” she said softly. She sat up a bit more to make herself comfortable as she ate, making sure to not spill the food. She didn’t want to make Andy have to make the food all over again. Aurora looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing? Why are you sitting on the edge of the bed?” She asked and patted the spot next to her. “I’m sure the food will taste good.” She took a few bites of the waffles and the pancakes, a smile creeping up on her face. “They taste delicious, Andy,” she complimented. “Did you not make some for yourself?”

Andy knew that april 8th was Aurora’s birthday, and he wanted to do something for her, not only because she did something to him, not only because she bought him something, but because he really wanted to, he would do it whether she had gave him a gift or not, because he actually considered her one of his friends. Whenever was one of his friends’ birthday, he liked to do a little something for them, sometimes it was just buying them a gift, other times when he was a little closer to the person, he liked to make them breakfast or throw them a party, since he had a feeling that her family was probably already planning something for her, he would make her, her breakfast, so it was what he did. He put it on a tray, and walked with it to her bedroom, he knocked on the door a few times, before walking in. “Morning, birthday girl, I made this for you,” he smiled, he also bought he gifts, but breakfast first.

@princessrinaldi

Aurora wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from everyone for her birthday. Presents, yes, but what kind was what made her wonder. She knew she was the girl who had almost everything. Except, maybe friends. The girl had focused so much on school and the family business, but not once had she given her any real time to make friends. At least, real friends. She had a few friends, but they were mostly short term friendships that ended with Aurora crying over the fact that her friends were only using her for money. The Rinaldi girl learned how to get over it--for the most part. So in the morning when she woke up, she wasn’t expecting Andy to walk in. She had woken up a second before he knocked and she sat up in her bed curiously as she watched him walk in. The aroma of breakfast filled the room and Aurora smiled before letting out a small laugh. “You brought me birthday breakfast?” She asked. “You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it a lot. Thank you, Andy.”