CHAPTER TWO

The sight of him was enough to make her burst with joy, but she had to contain it, she wasn't a little girl no more. Big girls don't show how they really felt, so almost immediately she wiped the grin off her face and reverted to the angry face.

"You—" She paused, realizing she was using the wrong tone and pitch of voice, she cleared her throat before she continued. "You came. I didn't expect you'd make it." There was a particular kind of voice she liked to use in front of him, one she felt made her sound more mature. Only when she got mad did she uncontrollably and unintentionally revert to her normal high-pitched ear-piercing voice.

"Really?" he smirked and raised a brow.

"Yes. I assumed you'd be busy so I wasn't really expecting you." A snickering sound echoes in the room and she glared daggers at the man who the annoying sound had come from. Her father, Edoardo Defalco.

Ignoring her father she continued, "And if you were going to come anyway, you should have at least tried to make it here in time. Don't you know it is rude to come late to a party?" She asked with her eyes and chin held up high.

"Well, since you're here anyway, don't stay locked up in this stuffy study with Papa, come out and enjoy the party." Having said her piece, she turned around and in her head, she was applauding herself for handling the situation well and acting maturely. Also for not showing she was excited to see him.

But then he suddenly says, "Happy birthday my Piccola." and she's forced to halt. She'd told him a thousand times to stop calling her that because she was no longer a child, but every time he said it, she was grateful in her heart that he was never one to listen to someone else. She loved it when he called her his piccola.

It gave her massive butterflies. Especially in times like this. Controlling her expression, she turns towards him once again, and with her hands stretched out she demands, "My gift DK."

"Gift?" Blankly he stared at her like he could not comprehend her words.

Shocked by his expression, she blinked and took two steps forward with her hands still in front of her, "Yeah, ny gift. You_ You didn't come here empty-handed, did you?"

"What? No. Of course, I brought it." He said and she stretched her hand even more.

Sitting there and watching their exchange, her father felt like a statue in the room, they didn't even acknowledge his presence there. It was always like this. When these two are in a room together, they forget everyone else and just argue, fight, or have fun with just themselves.

Everyone is excluded.

Just like now, her party was going on outside this room, but here she was with her favorite person in the world.

"Here it is," Zeno said and Luna blinked in confusion because she wasn't seeing anything. He wasn't holding up anything, so what exactly could he be…

"Wait, don't tell me that—" She pauses and then chuckles. The kind of chuckle that usually came before she went completely insane.

"If you're thinking that I'm your birthday gift, then you're totally right." He gave her a bright smile.

Her white fair skin was starting to turn red, he could see the steam crawling out of her head, her hands were clenched into fiery fists, and her knuckles had turned white.

"I think you should run," Edoardo whispered to Zeno.

"Hmm," He wisely agreed. Slowly standing up to his feet. "Piccola, my love, my dark princess, you know what I always say about anger management, right? I think right now is the time to use those words of wisdom I gave you." He says, slowly moving past her.

"Think about it, having me here is the biggest gift you could get. The president of Vino Rosato, a man of my caliber, the very Mafia boss at your birthday party, right?"

"YOU DENSE HUMAN BEING!!" She screamed and he instantly took off, bolting past her and running straight to the back of the house to avoid being seen by the guests. You'd think as old as they were, they would behave more maturely, but as long as it was within them, maturity was thrown out the window.

"You remotely irrational Pezzo di merda. Just let me get my hands on you, you oversized lump of flesh. I will gut your insides out when I… Ahh!" she yelped in pain as she fell to the ground, hands and knees on the wet grass.

"Don't you think that trick has gotten old? I'm not coming to you." He assured her. He knew more than anyone else that she loved to use that trick. Fall to the ground, and he'd run up to help her, only for her to catch him with those tiny palms of hers.

"It really hurts." She winced in pain as she tried to pick herself up, only to crash back painfully onto the ground.

"Are you really hurt?" concern now laced his voice as he saw tears starting to trail down her face. But then again, she could bawl and yelp like the world was coming to an end, only for it to be a trap. It wouldn't be the first time.

"I can't stand up." she cried and took up her shoes, tears flowing down her face.

Zeno almost chuckled as he wondered why she was always on mascara when she knew she was such a crybaby. She always ended up with a map of some country on her face.

"Let me see." He carefully walked up to her, still watching to see if she was just putting up an act or if she was really hurt.

A second before he reached her side, he already knew she was faking it however, he decided to play along. Reaching for her 'hurt leg', he took her little foot in his hand, Lords! Everything about her was small.

He could hold her entire foot in his palm.

"Got you." She victoriously said as she pulled on his collar, dragging his huge figure over hers, with a swift turn, she flipped him under her, sitting on his abs, pinning both his hands above his head on the damp grass.

Leaning into his face while giggling victoriously she says, "You know it's funny that you always fall for this."