mystery of love | daniela avanzini x fem!reader
synopsis: love is in the air when you travel to italy to attend your sister's wedding. manon thinks you should give love a chance. daniela thinks love only made her wrong.
when your paths cross and the inevitable happens, the both of you face your own feelings to make space for each other.
cw: strangers to lovers. fluff. making out. light, very light angst. mentions of drinking. maphinz are getting married <3
the playlist (some song recs for y'all)!
a/n: hello!!! i was working on this fic for the last months and i thought it was never seeing the light of day since i wasn't quite enjoying my own writing anymore, but i had this bounce back on ideas and here it is :)
i'd also like to say that i am very much sad and frustrated abt everything that's happening with manon. she deserves better and has my full support. and so do the girls. fuck hxg. once again, this awful company has let all of us down.
sorry in advance if this looks rushed! hope you guys are taking care of yourselves and i wish you all a great year ahead. i'll see you again 🤍
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when manon told you she was in love, you thought she was joking.
when she told you she was dating, you thought it wouldn't last.
when she told you she was getting married, you knew manon was completely out of her mind.
now you're in italy, enjoying the weather setting nicely on this picture-perfect, idyllic resort. you lay on the grass next to the pool, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. next to you, your sister, manon, and your sister-in-law, sophia, are together in what looks like a picnic date. the public pda displays how much in love they are. you just happen to be there, only third wheeling.
“you guys are gross.” you joke.
manon scoffs. “you're just jealous.”
“actually,” you turn your head towards sophia. “i appreciate you, phia. you turned my sister into someone tolerable. all credits goes to you.”
sophia flashes you a smile as she caresses manon's back, but her attention is elsewhere. manon attentively looks at the bar next to the pool. sophia notices.
“what's wrong?”
“i don't know? that girl is staring at us for way too long. think she's staring at you.”
“oh, here we go,” sophia mutters. she sits up to look towards manon is looking. “no, i don't think so.”
manon realizes sophia's also looking at the girl, and doesn't like it. "why are you looking back at her?"
"it's not me," says sophia. sensing manon's jealousy, she slightly cuddles to your sister. "she doesn't seem bothered or something. maybe she's looking at y/n."
you're still relaxing on the grass. "now you're imagining things."
sophia looks over. "no, i'm serious. it's definitely you."
you can't shake the curiosity away, so you sit up to get a better view. "where?"
"over there."
and, my god, you have never locked eyes with someone so gorgeous it makes the words stuck on your throat before. your silence throws you away in front of manon and sophia.
manon encourages you, "ask her number."
you ask sophia, "she's always straightforward like that?"
"that's why we're getting married."
"makes sense," you smile at them.
your sister's voice reach your ears. "you're coming to the party tonight. on the yacht."
you shake your head slightly. "don't think this is a good idea."
"it's not like a shark will bite you or something," manon says while looking at you. "come on, it'll be good for you. to relax. to loosen up. to feel at ease."
it was not a good idea.
but that night changed your life forever.
after a couple drinks, you decide to sink on a sofa and look to the sea. the party goes inside the yacht. the view and the combination of muffled music and waves crashing makes you feel, indeed, at ease. but there ain't alcohol enough that could make you feel more dizzy than hearing her voice for the first time.
"having fun?"
she lays against the back of the yacht. the wind plays with her curled hair.
slightly drunk, your face lights up at the sight of the girl. "i remember you."
"do you?"
"a face like yours is not one to forget."
she smirks, casts a glance to the sea and her attention is all yours again. "i'm daniela. you can call me dani,"
"pretty name for a pretty girl," you say. "i'm y/n."
daniela crosses her legs and has a curious expression on. "i wonder if you always flirt with girls at parties like this?"
"no," you shake your head. "just you."
she hums. "i feel like you're lying."
"what would i be?"
"i don't know you well enough." yet, she wanted to say.
"i saw you looking at me from the bar today," you mention. "my sister wanted me to ask your number."
"well," daniela sits right next to you. "why didn't you do it?"
"i thought you didn't knew me very well."
back at her.
she looks at you up and down. her tone softens. "are you with someone?"
"only my sister and her bride. they're somewhere inside."
daniela rests her head on her arm, eyes glued on you. your cheeks get hot. a beat before you whisper, "your eyes."
"what about them?"
"they're beautiful. like, sparkling."
there's somewhat childish excitement in your voice. you don't know if it's the drinks getting at you or her presence alone. it might be both.
she giggles, "you're drunk."
"i am. you're still beautiful, though."
you notice daniela smiles with her dimples.
the bite of a shark.
feels like it.
almost a day went by since you talked to daniela. at night, you're sitting by the pool, alone, but you don't feel lonely. your mind is accompanied by the thought of her. which feels strange, but not in a bad way. you're confused, trying to understand how is it possible that you think of her smile, and smile too?
you think of her voice, and—
"y/n?"
"hi," you greet her with a warm smile. "you remember my name."
daniela grins. "of course i do."
you try to maintain your composure towards her presence, but her tanned skin and toned abs are definitely not helping at all. still, you can't take your eyes off her. she looks good. way too good.
"i just wanted to say thank you. for looking out for me last night."
"you're welcome," she says kindly, before getting into the pool.
you watch as she swims. it's beautiful to see her figure between the mediterranean tiles mosaic at the bottom of the pool. you wait patiently for her to resurface, still taking in the sight of her. she's gorgeous.
"daniela?"
she looks back at you, eyebrows raising when she hears your voice saying her name for the first time. "yes?"
"i really enjoyed talking to you last night. even though i don't remember a couple things."
"me too." daniela means it. she sounds and looks sincere. you feel comfortable. "but i do remember. never thought you were a flirt."
there it goes the comfort.
"me?" you're taken aback with her words. "oh my god." the moments from the night before starts to hit you. you bring your hand to your forehead. "i was drunk, excuse my manners. not used to it."
"it's alright," she comes to the edge of the pool to get closer, brushing your knee on the way. you overthink about it for a second before she continues, "i thought it was cute."
you scratch your brow. "you're making me feel embarrassed."
daniela teases, "you also mentioned my eyes."
you decide it's time to join her inside the pool. "i'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."
she lowers her voice. "maybe i am."
suddenly, you feel cold. you don't know if it's the water temperature or the drop on her tone alone.
"you know what they say?"
you swim a little further away from the edge. "what?"
she follows. "they say," daniela pauses. "when you're drunk, is when the truth comes out."
"it could be. i never take my words back."
"is that true?"
"it is.”
"so you think my eyes are beautiful."
"i do."
"and my face is not one to forget."
"i'm assuming these are my words."
"mhm."
she's definitely enjoying it.
"anything else?"
"besides how badly i want to kiss you right now? hmm, no."
you hold her gaze as an invitation. your shoulders are tense as you build into anticipation, waiting for the girl in front of you to crash into you. she doesn't.
instead, daniela comes in closer with care, as if she's waiting for you to tell her something. to stop her in case you change your mind. you don't.
when her fingers reach your face, you know it's going to happen.
daniela kisses you slowly, deliberately. she takes her time, letting you adjust to it. afraid that you might break in two in her hands. your hands brush against her ribs underwater. her body reacts to the touch by pulling you towards her.
her hands find the back of your neck. daniela scratches it lightly. a soft moan escapes your lips, parting them slightly. you feel her teeth grazing between your lips when she opens up a sly smile. when your hands travel all the way to her back, caressing it as you hold her closely.
you break apart. daniela brings one of her hands to your cheek, her face glued to yours. her wet hair brushes against your collarbone. you pepper kisses on her face.
she caresses the back of your neck gently. "it's late. we should go."
you tread water. "five minutes?"
"too much."
"two?"
"not enough."
"what about a day then?"
her face lights up. "i have no plans for tomorrow."
you grin at her. "now you do."
the next morning, you wait for daniela inside the shiny red, mid-century cabriolet that she rented. you look over the rearview, her figure growing as she gets closer to the car. she wears a white tank top that matches with her low rise denim jeans. her hair is pinned to the side, curls flowing over her shoulders.
you take a closer look to the cross necklace daniela wears, tangling on a thin chain. only then, you realize how much of every detail of hers you are taking in.
she settles into the car. "ready to go?"
"this is like, the coolest car ever."
"right?" she flashes you a smile. "it's not as fast enough for me, but the engine sounds really nice."
daniela starts the cabriolet. the engine sounds deep, like a growl, to which you whistle in approval. it catches her ears.
the car moves off. "so, what are your plans?"
you chuckle. "to be honest, i have no idea."
daniela casts a glance at you. "first time in italy?"
you nod. "you?"
"been here before. my family likes it in here. i think we're gonna move soon."
"nice," you rest your arm on the door, looking around to the coastal road. "lead me to your favorite places, then."
from the corner of your eye, you notice daniela furrowed her brows.
you ask, "what's the matter?"
"i don't think you're gonna like it."
"why not?"
she casts a glance to the coast. "it's a little far. pretty basic too. definely not crowded and nothing like the places everybody likes to go when they visit."
"i have all day," you tell her. "besides, i'd rather know this place in your eyes. what you like to do. where you eat. what made you love this place so much you want to move in here."
daniela weighs your words in a face flush. you exchange smiles as she keeps driving. the glittery sea on the coast as the background.
she stops at the entrance of a small, quiet medieval town, surrounded by gardens, stunning stonework and narrow alleys that leads to a coastline.
first, she leads you to this artisan, antique store, that she digs in deep like a book, browsing patiently between sections every time. you follow her steps inside the store. you look subtly at each other when the other's not looking.
daniela's eyes wander through the place. the smell of fresh paint fills her lungs. something has changed, she thinks, but can't really tell what's so different about it. something was there, and it still is, hidden by the thick brush of paint and memory.
you watch as she walks away from you, approaching the counter to talk to what looks like the owner of the store.
it's lucia, in her fifties, who greets daniela with a welcoming, motherly grin on her face.
"ciao," says lucia. "how are you doing, dear? it's been a while."
"ciao. it looks a little bit different in here. i like the color."
"grazie," lucia pauses, noticing your presence inside the store. mostly, the way you stare at the girl in front of her. daniela never took anybody here before. "you together?"
daniela stutters. "i, uh, yes. she's with me. she's just... passing by, though."
"is she?" lucia senses the nervousness on daniela's answer. she doesn't push it against her, but she doesn't let it go either. "looks like an extended stay to me." finishes by pointing with her head towards your direction.
when daniela switches her attention, only then she realizes you've been looking her way the whole time being.
daniela feels so taken by you.
lucia feels like she's watching a tennis match.
you feel your face getting warmer by the pair of eyes laying on you.
"sorry. i just can't seem to pick anything."
"it's okay," she breaks into a smile, amused. "we have time."
her choice of words makes your heart skip a beat.
you walk along in silence down the alleys, getting closer to the promenade. you observe everything going by, the quiet, but lively local culture, noticing why she likes it in here so much.
she breaks the silence with a question. "have you ever had frozen custard?"
you're not familiar with the name. "what's that?"
"it's like ice cream, but better. what makes the difference is that they mix it with eggs. the texture feels creamier and denser. you're gonna love it."
you watch as she explains, moved by her enthusiasm.
"why are you looking at me like that?"
"i just find it nice that you're this excited over ice cream."
"it's not ice cream!" her voices comes out high-pitched. daniela impulsively takes your hand. "come on, i'm gonna grab us two."
you are now sitting together with the infamous frozen custard in hands.
the sun is setting over the bay. when it starts to hide behind the sea, the gentle swaying motion of the waves sends daniela back to what she was missing from lucia's store: there used to be a visible crack on the wall, that came all the way from the ground to the ceiling.
she asks herself, how could i not remember such a familiar sight before? and why does this image shows up so clearly right now?
your voice reaches her ears. "you were right. this is better than ice cream."
crack.
daniela snaps away from her thoughts, something about you that makes her feel at ease.
the sun is still there. daniela likes the way the golden-colored tone glares onto your face.
it's like she could feel that crack on the foundation wall herself. it spoke louder in her thoughts than she imagined. and she ignored it for too long.
still there.
to bring you here meant bringing you closer enough to see through her. it also meant she had someone that doesn't make her think twice about every word that slips from her mouth.
still there.
"this is nice."
daniela meets your gaze. "what?"
"this," you point to the frozen custard with the spoon.
"this," you make a circle motion, mentioning the place around you.
"and this," pointing towards each other.
"yeah," she smiles, playfully. incredibly shy for once. "i like this too."
daniela touches your face in a manner to pull you towards her. you paint a soft kiss on her palm. she brings you in a kiss that tastes like vulnerability.
or salty caramel.
when your lips part, you watch as she steals a spoon of your frozen custard, lifting her eyebrows in approval. you smile brightly.
the sun is gone.
you're still there.
it's late at night when you're back at the shared suite. you close the door behind you, leaning against it with a smile, completely smitten. daydreaming about daniela, even if you saw her less than an hour ago.
you meet manon at the kitchenette, preparing a midnight snack.
"you're awake."
your sister jolts at your voice, surprised.
"sorry for coming back so late," you make an apologetic expression. "no signal."
she relaxes, smiling. "it's okay. you hungry?"
you shake your head. "i'm fine." more than fine, even. perfectly fine.
manon looks at you, really looks at you and thinks, something's different.
"you look happy." like a side of you she was yet to see.
you sigh dreamily, approaching the counter. "i am."
manon opens her mouth to ask why, but you beat her to it with a surprising question to her ears.
"meret, when did you realize had feelings for sophia?"
"there you are!" sophia's voice reaches you both on the kitchenette. she gives you a sweet back hug. "you will join us at the wine tasting tomorrow, right?"
you face her with the same level of excitement. "of course!"
manon looks over in awe towards her two favorite people in this world.
"oh, i need to use the bathroom." sophia yawns, letting you go from her embrace. she winks at manon before she leaves. "be right back."
when sophia walks down the corridor, her attention is fixed right there. "right now, y/n."
"sorry?"
"you asked me when i realized i love sophia," manon leans against the counter, a coy smile on her face. “well, it just happened right now. once again.”
your sister breathes in before saying, "you know, i'm getting her name sewn into my dress. closer to my own heart than i, myself, have ever been before. don't tell her that." manon chuckles. "i guess what i'm trying to say is... i hear her voice everyday but i still don't know how it sounds when she says i do. imagine being granted to wake up besides the person you love everyday. you'll close your eyes, probably dream about hers and get to see them again the next morning. somebody can't be luckier than this."
you can feel your eyes watering, with that being the first time you've ever heard such words coming from your sister. you never had a conversation like this before, and it deeply moves you to see manon so in love.
it also comes to you that she gave you more than one answer to the question, without even realizing it. you used the word feelings. manon instantly called it love. hearing this coming from your sister made your feelings settle into a shape, rather a person, that names that feeling for you.
daniela.
the next day, you stand with sophia and manon on the resort entrance, waiting for the van that will take the three of you to the winery. you watch the gorgeous boats drifting on the sea.
sophia says, "we should go with white."
manon disagrees. "red."
"it's summer! white wines go well with this weather."
"love, don't you think the red ones pair better with the dishes?"
sophia sighs. "y/n. break the tie."
you face your soon-to-be sister-in-law. "why don't we have both?"
sophia crosses her arms. "not an option."
manon furrows her brows. you can hear her complaining before the conversation between the couple fades as background noise. you stare past them when you see daniela on the stairs.
you think out loud, "dani!"
manon and sophia stare at you, confused. but you only realize it when you see daniela actually walking towards your direction.
in a motion, she engulfs you in a hug. you relax in her arms. sophia watches the interaction with certain curiosity. she remembers that face. that particular pair of eyes, reminiscing of a cat. while manon, well, it's difficult to understand what her expression is trying to say.
all you know is the weight of daniela's back on your hands, grasping onto the silk of her mini white dress.
you clear your throat after you break apart, trying to compose yourself once again before introducing them to each other. "dani, meet the lucky ones. this my sister, manon, and her bride, sophia."
"nice to meet you, i'm daniela. i'm..."
nervous, she thinks for a bit before speaking again. heart heavy just to think about it. daniela encourages herself to hold your gaze, searching for an answer to the million dollar question.
what are we?
she looks back at sophia and manon, saying, "just daniela."
manon looks at her with a serious expression.
oh no.
here it comes.
"do you enjoy drinking wine?"
uncertain about what the question means, daniela only nods.
manon speaks again. "good. white or red?"
she looks at you thinking about the perfect answer. you shrug, as if it said, trust your gut. sophia and manon wait anxiously for her answer. they really mean it.
"white?" she looks at you, who gives back an approving grin. manon exhales in defeat. sophia cheers in the background. "i think it's suitable for the weather."
sophia looks at manon with a wry smile. "what did i tell you?"
manon surrenders, but her soon-to-be wife doesn't let this go. you neither.
"you see, this is what my sister looks like when she loses to sophia," you look at daniela with a playful grin. she likes the way you make her feel so welcome. "and this is how happy a bride looks when you pick the same type of wine she wanted for her wedding."
"oh?" daniela holds an apologetic expression. "sorry, manon."
"don't be," you tell her. "this happens very often. she's such a loser when it comes to sophia."
manon says, "you'll act just the same when you fall in love, trust me."
the mention of that four letter word makes daniela freeze on the spot. she feels goosebumps on her ribs, where your hands first touched her underwater. the mention of that four letter word makes you feel like sunburn. you feel flushed, where her hands first touched you.
sophia senses something between you both. doesn't say a word, though.
manon keeps an eye on the van getting closer. "that is our ride."
reluctantly, you tell daniela, "we're leaving to the winery."
she hesitates to kiss you goodbye, instead, brushes her thumbs on your wrist.
"i guess i'll see you later, then?"
you say, nodding. "you bet."
"sophia, manon. congratulations on your wedding! once again, nice to meet you and i wish you both the best."
your future sister-in-law notices the shift on your expression as daniela turns to leave. she feels like doing something to stop it.
"daniela, why don't you come with us? there's enough space on the van. we would love to have you with us. also, our y/n here," she pats your shoulder. "could use some company. how does it sound?"
the growl of the red cabriolet you loved so much.
sounds like it.
at the winery, you sit together at a outdoor table under the trees. empty wine glasses are all around the table. daniela is seated at your side. you share the bowl of pasta in bianco.
sophia pours the sangiovese into your glasses. "megan is in trouble."
your sister is not surprised by sophia's remark. "tell me something i don't know."
"we're like, a couple days before the wedding. she still doesn't know if she's showing up with yoonchae or lara."
manon serves the pasta to herself and her bride. you offer to do the same to daniela, who smiles at you with appreciation.
sophia picks on her plate. "y/n, you gotta keep an eye for me on them."
she runs these girls like the navy.
"sister, i'm afraid you'll be left out."
you answer with a smile. "i don't think so."
manon is caught off guard. "wait, what? are you really bringing someone?"
"well, i haven't asked her yet."
you cast a glance at daniela, who avoids your gaze by looking around the picturesque vineyard. observant, sophia fights a smirk.
you mutter, "i might as well do it today."
daniela bites lightly on her finger.
"alright, lover girl. enough talking. let's eat."
later, you search for a specific bottle of red wine for manon inside the softly lit, yellowish glow wine cellar. steps on the stairs reach your ears.
“hi.” daniela says with a light tone. “sophia sent me here. i think we're leaving in a couple minutes.”
“okay. this won't take long.”
"so,” she leans against the wooden countertop on the center of the cellar. “who's the girl you plan to invite as your plus one?”
you look back at her, teasing. “guess.”
daniela hums. “i don't know, give me some hints.”
“she has beautiful curly hair, awesome taste in cars and loves frozen custard.” daniela gives you that breathtaking smile. the side of her eyes gleam. “did i mention she also smiles with her dimples?”
the scent of wood mixes with her inebriating sweet fragrance. the air becomes thick, almost unbearable. it affects you enough that your voice comes out weaker. “come to the wedding with me?”
daniela nods happily. “thought you'd never ask.” she pulls you by tugging on your clothes. “is that all?”
your voice falters. “yes.”
it is not.
she caught it. “say it.”
someone could walk by.
she repeats, demanding. “say it.”
but daniela manages to risk it.
when you feel her breath ghost against your skin, that rips off the band-aid.
you press your body against hers, initiating the kiss slowly, tenderly. involuntarily, you begin to lean her body even more against the countertop to keep your own balance. your body is burning hot into hers. daniela seems to take notice of that, hands on your sides to pull you further. she wants to control the pace. you let her. you can feel the sweet taste of wine on her lips. she moves her tongue into your mouth, famished. also taken aback to how easily your body responded to her. daniela grows more insistent, bringing a hand to touch your jaw in a possessive manner. almost as if she wants to claim you. eagerly, yours take hold of her waist, helping her sit on the countertop. she gasps into your mouth.
her legs embrace your figure. you hold her steady. daniela arches her neck to allow you access. one of daniela’s hands rests against the side of your head, fingers lightly tangled on your hair. your lips tease her before you suck on it lightly. when she groans, you can feel the vibration of her skin on yours. then, she grabs your hand, sliding all the way to the bottom of her dress, stopping by her thigh.
“fuck,” you mutter against her neck. your teeth graze against her skin.
you pull back. your eyes meet. it is so fucking hard for daniela to concentrate when you're rubbing your thumbs on her thigh. anyone could come down the stairs and see you two like this, but she couldn't care less. actually, it makes everything more exciting. and god, all she wants is for you to say,
“come here.”
and her mind goes completely blank. every little thought is replaced by the touch. daniela captures your lips with hers. grabs the fabric of your clothes, desperate to get them off her way. when she flips your body on the countertop, there's no way back.
“they're not.”
“they are!”
manon scoffs. “y/n's just picky.”
sophia rebuffs, “nobody takes 20 minutes to choose a single wine, love. not even you.” she teases, “i mean, it's not something we haven't done when we had their age.”
“sophia, oh my god.” manon brings a hand to her temple. sophia laughs at her reaction.
her little sister? in love? no way. she tries hard to remember the last time you've mentioned a girl before. no familiar name comes to mind.
manon looks out the window and sees you. great! you're finally back, but… something's wrong. rather something missing. no sign of a bottle of wine in your hands. daniela appears next. she acts a bit too touchy, as if she was fixing your clothes or… your clothes are mushed. you look off, and it's definitely not from drinking.
“holy shit,” manon whispers.
sophia asks, “what's wrong?” and glances at the window. she holds a smug smile when she sees you together. “yeah. holy shit.”
you walk into the van with a dreamy grin.
your sister would recognize that reaction anywhere.
later on the patio, things are way too quiet. you sat in between sophia and manon on an outdoor couch. sips on a drink as you take a look at the surroundings. the bohemian, laid-back vibes make you feel tranquil, despite the obvious tension in the air.
manon breaks the ice. "we have to talk."
“please don't tell me you're calling off the wedding.” you look at your sister-in-law. “sophia?”
she rubs your shoulder. “it's nothing to do with the wedding, don't worry.”
your shoulders drop. “what's going on?” you stare at your sister, sipping on your drink. “manz?”
sophia breathes in. “manon wants to know when were you going to tell us that you and daniela are together.”
”fuck—” you almost choke. sitting between them, you feel trapped. “wait, how… how did you find out?”
“i didn't. sophia realized it.”
sophia shrugs. “well, you guys took a lot of time in the cellar. that wasn't subtle at all.”
manon huffs. “do not mention it. please don't.”
sophia has fun with manon's dramatic manner. she's having the time of her life.
you cast glances at them, feeling terribly shy. “uh, i can explain.”
“please don't,” manon fakes a painful grin. “we got the message.”
“it just happened.”
sophia calms you down. “it's alright.”
a beat.
“do you like her?”
“yes.”
“does she treat you well?”
“yes, she does.”
“oh my god,” sophia cackles at manon. “you're really interrogating her.”
“older sister duties.”
a playful mood settles in. “you were the one to say i should get her number though?”
“well, you little fucker, i didn't imagine you'd take it seriously.”
you correct her, “she found me first.”
it falls silent. nothing but the sound of the palm trees rattling. something clicks.
manon furrows her brows in shock. “that's why you looked so happy when you came home last night!”
sophia suggests, “invite her to the wedding,”
manon agrees. “bring her as your plus one, so we could get to meet her properly.”
“don't put pressure on her. they're barely meeting each other, right?” sophia glances at you. “right?”
“i, uh… already did that. today.” you mutter the last part, “at the wine cellar.”
your sister cheers. “damn, you're fast!”
sophia hugs you, joking, “like this, you'll end up engaged in our wedding.”
they're both laughing. insufferable. you take a huge sip on your drink. “oh god, i need something stronger.”
“so, what did you think of my speech?” you ask daniela, walking along in the sand. the water sparkles because of the low sun.
“beautiful, love.” you feel giddy, still getting used to being named after a feeling. “it's easy to tell where that came from. i mean, your sister's vows? i cried during the whole thing.”
during manon’s two-page vow, you felt daniela’s fingertips graze against the back of your hand. touches like this, however slight and sudden they may seem, don't feel like coincidence for you anymore.
she knows you can read into it now. the touch you crave means forever, where a hand waits for hers. and daniela knows you're worth falling for.
she breathes in, holds your hand firmly.
you breathe out, fingers intertwined.
you walk together, hand in hand. "it was also my first time hearing it. manon refused to show me before. she thought i would spill it out for sophia out of nowhere.”
"you're gonna have to match that,” daniela says. “it's good you'll have a lot of time to practice for our wedding.”
you stop to look at her when she mentions our wedding, amused.
“don’t worry, i planned everything. there's something you need to agreed, though.”
you smile at the offer. “go ahead.”
“we're going with white wine.”
you tilt your head back. “damn, i thought i was getting away with it.”
“don't give up too easily, love. you know how to change my mind.”
you pull her close by the hand, kissing her softly. daniela smiles into the kiss.
“i do.”
