Marabella's POV
"Let's eat, baby girl", he uttered, grabbing the bag from beside my feet. He set it on the now cleared, table. He started pulling the contents out. He placed two very greasy-looking burgers onto the table, along with a paper-boat, slap full of fries. "This looks amazing", I commented. "It is", Luca chuckled. "I told you that you would love it though, did you ever doubt me?", he asked, looking over his shoulder at me. "Not for a second", I grinned, shaking my head.
Luca smiled as he set up our food. "You know, we still have to practice", he said, with a smirk. "Practice for what?", I asked, as I leaned forward and plucked up a fry. "Dancing, for tomorrow night", he chuckled, watching me closely. "s**t. I forgot about the actual dancing part", I muttered. "I didn't", Luca
