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04 || Workout For You

Edited: 04.11.2022

Song: J. Cole Work Out (slowed + reverb) - I just had to

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Giana

By the time six pm rolls around, I'm in my room composing some music for an orchestra night, my talk with Jacob still fresh in my mind.

I needed to tone it down.

And according to Jacob, I was far too overdramatic to know how to do that.

But I was going to prove him wrong.

"Miss Giana?" Comes a voice from my open bedroom door.

"Giana." I correct, turning towards Divya, one of the house maids who stands at my door. "Just call me Giana."

She nods and I watch the tension pour off of her as her posture relaxes. "Dinner's ready."

Divya was relatively young, about my age. Which was probably why I felt so comfortable around her. "Where is Alessio... and Liam?" I add after realizing that it'd be weird for me to be so curious about just Alessio's whereabouts.

"They will be joining. Mr. Galanti only ever misses a family dinner when he's away on business."

"Perfect. Thanks!" I beam up at her, my mood instantly lifting as I jump up and follow after her.

"Does my hair look okay?" I suddenly ask, realizing that in my fit of excitement, I didn't think to look in a mirror.

Divya tilts her head at me. "I don't think there's a single hair out of place."

I don't know how to interpret that, but I still send her a thankful smile before she turns towards the kitchen with a satisfied nod while I continue down the hall towards the dining room.

I straighten a hand down my outfit that consists of a vintage corset type top and a pair of light washed jeans.

Nothing special, and I worry that it's not cute enough as I make my way towards my seat next to Liam and adjacent from the head of the table.

The head of the table where Alessio sat.

I had thought myself lucky to have a seat so close to Alessio, but I a quick look at the empty chair on the other side of Alessio tells me that no one liked to sit next to the boss.

I wonder why.

I greet Liam with a peck on his cheek, pushing down the little voice in my head that wants to greet Alessio the same and instead, ignore his broad figure in a perfectly fitted white dress shirt, sitting at his chair, his attention focused on his phone.

It isn't until I take my seat that the man finally turns his head, acknowledging my presence. And when he does, he merely sends me a nod, his face blank and I can tell even that action is forced.

I don't bother with a response, preoccupying myself with scooping food into my plate. I glance around the rest of the long table.

The table was far too large to be intimate, which explained why everyone was lost in conversation with the people near them.

I tune out Liam's conversation and begin eating my rigatoni, my corner of the table completely silent and it has everything to do with the Italian Adonis next to me.