You were a florist, and a simple one at that. The only special thing about you was that you sometimes decorated Mafia balls. The day you met Giotto Vongola Primo was pure chance with a bit of good karma mixed in. He went with Damiano, the Chivarone boss, so he could help him with his new ball. You had good recommendations from some of your ex-clients, so Damiano wanted to see you to talk to you about a job.
When Giotto walked in he must have seen replace the strangest sight: a small girl on the floor with her face in a bouquet. It must have been quite a comical sight for Giotto. After all, one rarely sees such a thing in the Mafia world. The sight didn't last long, however, as you scrambled to your feet the moment you saw Vongola Primo and Chivarone Primo.
The moment you stood up and regained your bearings, you introduced yourself to the two men. Damiano started talking to you about a job proposal, and you immediately agreed to the proposal when he showed you the paycheck.
An hour later, Damiano suggested that you visit the ballroom in order to get a couple measurements for your decorations, but both you and the Chivarone Boss could not find a time when the two of you where available together.
After hearing your and his friend's troubles, Giotto offered to take you to the ballroom instead of Damiono. He had the excuse of knowing it just as well as Damiano, being close associates and all.
Both you and Damiano agreed to the proposal and set up the date for two time. Giotto, glad he could be of help to his friend, went back to standing behind the Chivarone boss. By the end of the deal, the Chivarone had taken quite a liking to you and invited you to come to the ball. Of course, you being you, you adamantly refused. Using the excuse that you did not have appropriate attire for a ball, and you would embarrass him by coming in common clothing, you defended your position,though in your mind you cursed yourself for having such weak excuses.
Giotto, likely quite bored standing there while you and the Chivarone boss made agreements, chose to let his sadistic side run rampant when he heard your pitiful excuses. So, with boredom controlling his actions, he made another offer. "You can go dress shopping with my Mist Guardian's wife, Elena. I'll pay for you," he said with a gleeful smirk.
You tried once more to weasel out of it. "No, no, I can't make you pay for my clothing! You're already doing me a large favour by opening your schedule to show me the Chivarone ballroom," you said desperately. "Nonsense, I can't let such a beautiful maiden miss a ball she herself decorated. You must come." Defeated with Giotto's pointed logic and Damiano's puppy face in the background , you disdainfully agreed to a night of wearing painful feminine clothing. Even though you agreed you winced at the idea of wearing a corset again, last time you wore a corset it felt like your guts where going to come out.
Giotto himself could not be more pleased, and set the day for you to go shopping tomorrow. With only a bit of will left, you tried to push the day off to later, but Giotto won quickly with his clear cut logic. Desperate to at least ruin his day as he had ruined yours you cried, "Lord Primo must come as well to accompany me shopping."
After realizing what you had yelled, you were of course horribly embarrassed and started blushing. Giotto was laughing at you behind his palm while the Chivarone in the background was left to his own nefarious devices. Giotto agreed to your request distractedly and both you and he were surprised at his response. You offered Giotto your hand, saying, "Well, I'm very glad you're coming with me, Mr. Vongola."
Giotto now regretting not thinking his answer through shook your hand while trying not to grimace at the idea of shopping, though a bit of a grimace peeked through his face anyways. "It's a pleasure to go with such a beautiful maiden," He said.
The moment the two men were out of earshot, you complained to your plants while reaching for your watering can, "This Giotto man is very pushy. not in the slightest bit charming really" you said to your plants even though it sounded more like you were convincing yourself. "He acts nothing like the Boss of a Familia with his flirtatious way of talking," you said, shaking your head disdainfully. "How will he get a wife with his personality?" "Really." You sighed as you put down your watering can and tried to push the irritating man out of your thoughts.
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Giotto was tired. He had met an interesting yet annoying young woman who kept trying to weasel out of going to Damiano's ball. If Damiano invited a girl it would be common courtesy to agree, even if she did not have a dress, and dammit, if he was going to attend a stuffy ball filled with overly dressed old men, so would she.
The girl was a conundrum, a mystery. She was not charmed by his good looks, nor did she blush at his obvious compliments. That fact irked him for some reason. Usually he would appreciate it if a girl did not flirt with him, but with that girl it really irked him. She even smirked at him. She didn't smile flirtatiously; you smirked obliquely, what lady smirks! Giotto went to bed that day feeling irked, trying to push that irritating girl out of his thoughts.