"So, you ready to eat now? La mia bontà, I'm starved!" Otto's Aunt
Fabiana asked. She grabbed Otto's wrist and pulled him into the dining
room. She sat him down in a big chair at the end of the table.
"We saved this seat especially for the il ragazzo di compleanno," stated his Uncle Sandro said as he tapped his hand on the table in front of him. "And guess who is here all the way from Venice? You're favorite Italian cousin, Matteo!"
A tall guy with jet-black hair and dark skin strolled into the dining room. He had thin, arched eyebrows, a small goatee, and a serious look on his face. He looked at Otto and didn't even smile. But when he spotted Sunny, his dark eyes lit up and he smiled, his teeth big and white.
"Why, Otto, is this your l'amica? She's quite the bellezza." He walked over to Sunny and kissed her hand. "Why, I have never seen an American as favoloso as you. Matteo Ugo Vanbicca, very nice to meet you Savannah."
"How did you know…" Sunny was about to ask, but was interrupted.
"I've heard so much about you. You are as fair as Otto says you are." There was a mysterious gleam in his eye. There was something funny about his charm, something scary, and Sunny knew it.
"Oh, um, thanks. Nice to meet you too," Sunny said, perplexed.
Otto was getting mad. He didn't like the way his cousin was trying to hit it off with his girl. "Sunny, Matteo is Uncle Sandro's son. His mother stayed at home because she was sick with the flu." He glared at his strangely handsome and charming cousin. Ever since Otto had known Matteo, he had been a fake, and would wrap girls around his finger, then leave them in the dust.
"Excuse me while I go find a seat before they are all taken. Arrivederci." Matteo walked off and sat down a few chairs away.
Fabiana walked back into the dining room with a big cake that said, "Il Compleanno felice, Otto!" in bright colors of orange, green, and blue, Otto's favorite colors. "All right, it's time for some cake!" It had thirteen burning candles on it.
His family sang "Happy Birthday" for the second time, and then everyone ate cake.
"Time for presents!" exclaimed Mrs. Belvidere. Everyone got up from the table and headed for the living room.
Otto opened all his presents and thanked everyone. He had gotten some outfits, some CDs, and a cell phone (from his grandparents).
"Hey, you got one more present." Sunny looked in her purse and pulled out a small box wrapped in orange paper. She handed it to Otto.
Otto looked at her quizzically.
"What? You think I'd forget the whole reason for us coming here? Open it." Sunny smiled.
Otto unwrapped the gift and grinned. "Awesome!" He smiled and gave Sunny a hug. "This is the coolest…" What did Otto get from Sunny that was so awesome? Find out in chapter 11.
"We saved this seat especially for the il ragazzo di compleanno," stated his Uncle Sandro said as he tapped his hand on the table in front of him. "And guess who is here all the way from Venice? You're favorite Italian cousin, Matteo!"
A tall guy with jet-black hair and dark skin strolled into the dining room. He had thin, arched eyebrows, a small goatee, and a serious look on his face. He looked at Otto and didn't even smile. But when he spotted Sunny, his dark eyes lit up and he smiled, his teeth big and white.
"Why, Otto, is this your l'amica? She's quite the bellezza." He walked over to Sunny and kissed her hand. "Why, I have never seen an American as favoloso as you. Matteo Ugo Vanbicca, very nice to meet you Savannah."
"How did you know…" Sunny was about to ask, but was interrupted.
"I've heard so much about you. You are as fair as Otto says you are." There was a mysterious gleam in his eye. There was something funny about his charm, something scary, and Sunny knew it.
"Oh, um, thanks. Nice to meet you too," Sunny said, perplexed.
Otto was getting mad. He didn't like the way his cousin was trying to hit it off with his girl. "Sunny, Matteo is Uncle Sandro's son. His mother stayed at home because she was sick with the flu." He glared at his strangely handsome and charming cousin. Ever since Otto had known Matteo, he had been a fake, and would wrap girls around his finger, then leave them in the dust.
"Excuse me while I go find a seat before they are all taken. Arrivederci." Matteo walked off and sat down a few chairs away.
Fabiana walked back into the dining room with a big cake that said, "Il Compleanno felice, Otto!" in bright colors of orange, green, and blue, Otto's favorite colors. "All right, it's time for some cake!" It had thirteen burning candles on it.
His family sang "Happy Birthday" for the second time, and then everyone ate cake.
"Time for presents!" exclaimed Mrs. Belvidere. Everyone got up from the table and headed for the living room.
Otto opened all his presents and thanked everyone. He had gotten some outfits, some CDs, and a cell phone (from his grandparents).
"Hey, you got one more present." Sunny looked in her purse and pulled out a small box wrapped in orange paper. She handed it to Otto.
Otto looked at her quizzically.
"What? You think I'd forget the whole reason for us coming here? Open it." Sunny smiled.
Otto unwrapped the gift and grinned. "Awesome!" He smiled and gave Sunny a hug. "This is the coolest…" What did Otto get from Sunny that was so awesome? Find out in chapter 11.
