“How do you feel about Italian?” He asked upon seeing her c**k her brow, knowing very well that by his features he was from Italian descent himself. Due to her reaction, he smirked before moving towards her with an arm around her lower waist. It was the matter of a moment before he walked her into a nearby restaurant that was filled from front to back with gold accents that drew her eyes to the glamorous couples upon the tables. As she was only in a small glitter dress, she felt absolutely out of place as she looked around to the paper thin girls across from their millionaire or even billionaire husbands or boyfriends. Her insecurity was something she did not hide well as Lyle saw it.
“You are the most beautiful woman here.” He said as he took her hand in his own before finding the serve
