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C A Y E T A N A

"CAYETANA!" Alejandro roared. I had to suppress a grin as I know exactly why he was shouting my name so angrily. What I also know for sure is that he knows for sure that it was me. "What's the matter with him? Did he get up on the wrong foot?" asked my brother Sebastián. "No, I think it's a tana-ale thing," Antonia, my older sister, guessed. "Or hermana?" she asked with a grin. At that moment I couldn't suppress my grin any longer. "Well, if mom and dad aren't awake yet, they are now at the latest," laughed Ramón. And before anyone could reply, Alejandro entered the dining room angrily and everyone had to laugh out loud when they saw him. I had painted a masterpiece on his face,

"Didn't you do it?!" Valentín laughed out loud. "WHAT'S THAT? ARE YOU CRAZY?" Ale yelled furiously, pointing to his face. "I don't know what you're talking about, hermano," I said innocently, raising my arms defensively and biting the inside of my cheek lightly as I was about to laugh. "Oh no? Who else would it be?" he hissed. I just shrugged. "Maybe it was your karma," I mumbled softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ale simply deserves it. Yesterday my brothers and Adris played poker again. But instead of betting money, they bet all sorts of shit. I mean, why would they bet money too, when every one of them is swimming in it? And what did Ale set? Oh yes, exactly, the hotel in Spain that WE BOTH own. I correct myself: owned.

When he confessed that to me yesterday, I wanted to go for his throat. He knew exactly how much this hotel means to me. The reason it was so important to me is that Ale and I had it built together and founded it together. It was our little baby. We even wanted to turn it into a hotel chain. And now it belongs to Ramón, that ass. "Are you serious!? Because of that fucking hotel?" Alejandro growled. Fucking hotel?!? "Damn it, Cayetana. It's the fucking dinner with the De Santis today!" he snarled even more angrily. With whom?

"Who is that?" I asked blankly. "No one told me about a meal," I said confused. "Tell me, Cayetana. Haven't you listened to us talk about business for the past few years?" Ale asked angrily. "No." Alejandro just shook his head and angrily left the room.

I turned my head to Ramón, who is sitting directly across from me. "Who are the De Santis?" I asked curiously and rested my head on my hands. "Any business partners?" I added questioningly. Ramón escaped a short laugh. "Rather enemies." I frowned. "We eat with enemies?" asked confused. "Sí," he replied. "But that's illogical, isn't it?" "No, while Eliano and his family are here, have Papá break into his office," he explained. Is that why he invites our enemies in? To break into their homes?

"Are they like us?" I asked curiously. "What do you mean?" Valentín wanted to know confused. "Are you from the mafia too?" I helped him along. Silly. "Oh yeah. Italian Mafia," he replied.

As soon as he said the word Italian, I immediately thought of Domenico. It's been almost a week since the evening and I've successfully managed not to think about it for the past three days. Just thinking about how he touched me made my middle tingle. Dios, never had a man had such an effect on me. Well, before him there were only two.

"Thank you, Valentín!", I hissed and stood up without having eaten anything. "¿Qué he vuelto a hacer ya?" (What have I done again?), he called after me desperately. Mierda, actually nothing, he couldn't have known that until recently I was thinking non-stop about a sexy Italian. And afterwards I sit with a bunch. That's great.

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Damn, which one should I wear? Our guests will arrive in exactly 30 minutes. And I can't decide between two dresses. Actually, I couldn't care less what I wear, these people don't interest me anyway, but I find it interesting to be there. It's rare that I get to attend meetings like this, so I'm kind of excited. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and opened the chat between Adriana and me.

Adriiiiiiiiii. Emergency fashion! I can't decide and you know that this Mafiosi meal will be later.

I waited a moment to be satisfied when she came online and started writing.

Uh, does one want to dress up for the hot Italian mafiosi? Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot that there's still a certain Domenico floating around in your head.

I rolled my eyes. She just can't help it, but I skilfully ignored this, took two pictures of the dresses and sent them to her.

Which?????

She writes.

Definitely the black one!!

Gracias <3

Not a thing <3

I turned off my phone with a smile and stormed into the bathroom with the dress. I quickly slipped out of my t-shirt and leggings and into the dress. I then combed my hair in front of my mirror and applied some mascara. How should I do my hair?

After a lot of back and forth, I made myself a simple ponytail and let two strands hang out in front. I was about to reach for my perfume when my phone vibrated. A message from Valentin.

Where are you??

I frowned in confusion. oh shit I'm late. "Mierda, how quickly has the time passed?" I mumbled frantically and quickly applied the perfume.

I quickly ran out of my room and stormed down the stairs. I nervously sucked in air and headed for the dining room. "You can do it, Cayetana! Just don't embarrass me or anything!", I whispered to myself and opened the door.

"Lo siento! I didn't look at the clock!" I stammered to myself as I quickly ran to the last free chair. I sat down and took a deep breath. How embarrassing.

When I wanted to catch a glimpse to the left, I cried out in shock.