Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
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Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 5, 2024 2:07:04 GMT -8
Her heart felt as light as a feather as she waltzed across the dancefloor with one of her best friends. Olivia was enjoying herself for the first time that night, but her good mood would be spoiled by the sight of her father resting a hand on Darius' shoulder.
"May I cut in?" he said in his booming voice. Darius looked to Riccardo and smiled with a nod, his hands sliding to hers. Liv squeezed his hands and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," she told him again. She watched as he left and her father took his place, his arm wrapping around her waist. Her stomach fluttered nervously, her heart leaping to her throat. She had not danced with her father in many years.
"You look radiant," he complimented her warmly. Heat rose to her cheeks, but she offered a small smile.
"Thank you," she said, adding, "Father." Riccardo looked down at her with a soft look in his eye, something she hadn't seen in a long time. Olivia looked around for a moment before her eyes fell back onto his face, unable to resist questioning him. "Why now?"
Part of her expected him to act confused, like this was not uncommon, but he breathed a sigh out of his nose and cast his gaze above her head. "I heard Clark Carter was attempting to buy the Wasps," he said, his gaze lowering to look at her again. "I'm sorry, Olivia."
It felt like something had a vice grip on her heart, each point of contact searing. Tears formed in her eyes and she had to blink fast to clear them. When did he start caring about her werewolf issues? He hardly made any effort to spend time with her after the attack, always locked in his study foolishly searching for a cure. Olivia swallowed past the lump forming in her throat. "I didn't know you even cared."
His expression softened as he looked down at her, his hand squeezing hers. "I have always cared, amore mio." Her dark eyes lifted to meet his gaze, her lips slightly parted in surprise. The band around her heart tightened and it took every ounce of willpower not to cry.
"Papà," she choked out, stepping closer to rest her head on his shoulder. Riccardo held her to his chest for a brief moment before they resumed their dance; appearances must be kept for the both of them. "Is this why you donated?" She wasn't referring to Sawyer's charity, but the money he gave victims of creature attacks.
He nodded. "I had hoped it would be an olive branch." The rest of his sentence went unspoken. He had hoped it would make up for the fact that he wasn't there for her. This, alongside his making her inheritance available, was his way of reaching out to her. Olivia sniffed and lightly cleared her throat, working hard to mask the variety of emotions that overcame her.
"Thank you," she breathed out, her smile softening as he looked at him. Their relationship wasn't fixed by any stretch, but Olivia was feeling better about her father than she had in years.
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