She was going to be living with him! Silence reigned as he drove them to their destination. They'd barely said a word to each and Niola didn't want to seem scared.
"Where are we going?" She asked softly.
"I have a small beach house over on Grand Anse beach, its private property. I was thinking we can spend the weekend there before going home." He answered, stealing glances at her.
"Oh, okay," she smilled. "Where do you live?"
"We," he began, emphasis on the We. "Live in St. George."
"I've nevered really been to the city before." Niola said dreamily.
"You'll love it. We live on the suburban side of the city. Its really beautiful and quiet." He had a smile on his face.
Niola smilled. Silence.
"So you're Italian." She said. "So that means you can cook very well."
She heard him chuckle. "I am by birth. My dad's side of the family is, and no I can't cook all that well but I'm a good pizza maker."
Her mouth watered at the sound of pizza. She smilled. "Well, I can cook, my mom always said a way to a man's heart is through his stomach." She said proudly.
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An Arranged Marriage
RomanceNiola was only nineteen, soon to be twenty and she was about to marry. Although its an arranged marriage, she was determined to make the best out of it. Kalem was only twenty-seven and he'd promised his father that he would marry at that age. what w...
