Mrs. Belvidere walked out of her room and into the living room, where everyone was currently sitting. She held a tan, zip-up bag that smelled of musty moth balls and dust. She lied the bag down onto the couch and unzipped it, pulling out a beautiful spaghetti-strap dress, shimmering in a shade of pastel green, the bottom cut into a handkerchief-like way. It looked classic, beautiful, and sophisticated all at the same time, and also brand new.
Sunny gasped, in awe. "Oh my God, it's gorgeous! You must have had great style back then!" She stood up and held the dress up to her. It seemed like it would fit.
Mrs. Belvidere laughed. "Yes, il miele, and I still do. It looks like it will fit you; why don't you go try it on?" She lead Sunny to a room and closed the door behind her, going back into the living room.
They waited for a few minutes. Suddenly, Sunny called from the room, "Can someone come zip this?"
Mrs. Belvidere stood and walked back to the room. Otto and his grandfather heard her gasp.
Mrs. Belvidere returned to the living room. "I would now like to present Savannah, the beautiful la giovane signora, oh she looks like la dea, a goddess, in that dress."
Sunny sauntered into the room, the dress barely hanging like a wisp in the back below her knees. Otto's jaw dropped.
"Wow...you're...you're...beautiful. I mean, you look magnifico!" He smiled and couldn't help but stare.
Sunny stopped smiling, and looked at Mrs.Belvidere. "I have no shoes, and how am I going to do my hair and make up?"
Mrs.Belvidere smiled. "Dear, you let me worry about that, okay? My daughter can fix you up so glamourous, people will really mistake you for a goddess!"
Sunny looked in the mirror with complete awe. She didn't even look like herself. Her hair hung below her shoulder in loose curls. The fine, iridescent glitter on her face made her look like a mystical being. She was drop-dead gorgeous tonight. "Wow, how do you do that?"
Otto's Aunt, Selene, laughed softly, "I am a cosmetologist, caro, that's what I specialize in."
"Well, it's 6:57, the limo is here, and we need to head back to the house to pick up Otto. You can't be late, you know," argued Mrs.Belvidere as she grabbed Sunny's hand and took her out the door to the limo.
"Il nonno, the limo is here!" Otto yelled to his grandfather. "I'll see you when I get home, and thanks a lot!" He ran out the door and down the porch to the limo. As he opened the door, Sunny stepped out, dressed in her dress and dolled up in make-up. Otto was mesmerized. "Oh my God, you do look like a goddess." He put his hands around her waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. He opened the limo door and let her in, then went in behind her.
"So, where we going first tonight, get some dessert?" asked Phillipio, the driver.
"I guess," Otto replied. He put his arm around Sunny and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered softly into her ear.
"I love you too." She cuddled closer to him. She loved the way he smelled of an ocean breeze. She thought he looked sexy tonight as well. He was wearing khakis and a green rugby shirt. His hair wasn't in dreads; it was hanging loosely, wisps of dark red bangs hanging near his deep green eyes. His out fit really set out his California beach-boy tan, too.
They finally arrived at "La casa di Dolce," the restaurant where they would get some dessert. Phillipio opened the door for them, Otto getting out first, taking Sunny's hand to help her out. He put his arm around her waist and walked in.
A host in a tux greeted them. "Buona sera, il dessert per due?"
Sunny looked confused, but Otto knew exactly what he was saying. "SX, per favore. Oh, e potremmo prendere un posto di esterno, lei sa, dunque possiamo guardare le stelle?"
"What did you say to him?" Sunny asked.
"You'll see."
The host guided them outside to a table on the balcony. He placed two menus on the table as they sat down. "Il suo cameriere sarB qui in alcuni minuti di portare il suo ordine."
"I ringraziamenti," Otto thanked him. "So, how do you like my Italian sense of l'idillio?"
"What?" Sunny asked.
"What do you think of my sense of romance? I was asking him if he could give us a seat under the stars."
Sunny smiled at him and held his hand across the table. "Yes, I do."
By time the waiter arrived, they had decided what they wanted, and Otto told him what they wanted. "Un grande latteé di moka, e due fette di sogno di cioccolata."