Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,11
I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t care at all. I want to look good. I promised Jordan that I would try to make the most of this date and that’s exactly what I intend to do. After standing in front of my closet staring at my clothes for ten minutes, I decide on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a sky blue tank top, paired with a charcoal gray jacket. I finish off the outfit with a beaded necklace, matching bangle bracelet and black pumps.
I take a long shower, blow dry my hair and decide to wear it down in soft waves which cascade down my back and frame my face. I keep my makeup simple. Small amounts of foundation, bronzer, and eyeliner, a slight dusting of blush and a bit of mascara. I finish the look with a nude lip gloss. I change into my outfit and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror hung behind my bedroom door. Pleased with the final result, I turn off the lights in my bedroom and go downstairs. At around seven twenty, I decide to wait outside on my porch swing. If I can’t keep Victor from knowing where I live, at least I can save myself from having to invite him inside.
I see headlights turning down my street. Moments later, a dark SUV slows in front of my house. I quickly grab my purse off of the porch swing, get up and descend my front steps. As I reach the last step, Victor rounds his car. He smiles wide and starts walking in my direction. With every step he takes toward me, I feel like my feet get heavier and I’m rooted to my spot on the ground. I can’t tear my eyes away from him. His hair is styled the same way as it had been yesterday. He’s wearing black shoes and dark straight leg jeans that fit like they are made for him. He paired this with a deep navy blue, button down shirt with long sleeves that he has pushed up to expose his forearms.
He makes it to me and instantly pulls me into a hug that consumes me with warmth. I have to admit, it feels very nice to be hugged by him but more importantly to be in his arms. He pulls away, leaving me cold again. As he pulls back, he looks over me from head to toe. Then his eyes meet mine.
“Ellie, you look beautiful.”
I forgot how sexy his voice is. It’s deep and smooth and when he calls me Ellie, it radiates through me.
“Thank you,” I say softly with a smile. “You look really great too.”
“I’m glad you agreed to hang out with me tonight.”
“Yeah, me too. Soooo…where are we going?”
“Hmm, you’ll see.” He puts his hand on the small of my back. “Shall we?”
“Of course,” I say as he leads me to his car. He opens the door for me, waits for me to fasten my seatbelt then he closes the door. He rounds the front of the car and takes his place in the driver’s seat. “You ready?”
I nod my response. He turns the car on and pulls onto the road. We sit in silence for a while, him driving and me lost in my own head. He reaches over and grabs hold of my hand, linking his fingers through mine, an action that I’m becoming somewhat accustomed to where Victor’s concerned.
“Please tell me that you had a better day today. No more flying purses or crazy men knocking you to the floor?”
“Nope.” I look over to him and shake my head. “No more crazy accidents for me.”
“So, then what did you do today?”
“Not much. I had breakfast with my best friend and then I cleaned my house.”
“Nice.”
“How bout you? What did you do today?”
“I worked a bit, but I have to admit I spent most of my day thinking about this very pretty girl I met.”
“Wow, lucky girl.” There I go, leading him on again.
“Lucky? I don’t know about that, but I hope she thinks so.”
This is a dangerous topic of conversation. I decide I need to change it.
“You were working on a Saturday, is that a normal occurrence?”
“Yeah, I have a job that requires a lot of my attention but I’m looking to slow things down a bit.”
“What do you do exactly?”
“Let’s talk about it over dinner. We’re here. I hear this place has some of the best food around.”