A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took SO long to update I was really busy with finals! But here's the next chapter! A HUGE thanks t all the people who have reveiwed!

Miranda was waiting for Paolo at a café with a cup of coffee in front of her. She had been here two days, this was the third, and her stay had been fully provided by Paolo. She sighed thinking of the day before. The first day they had made out and then yesterday he had taken all around town to some of the most beautiful places. They had lunch on the Spanish Steps. He said he wanted her to enjoy the stay. He said they would be going to a club party later so he took her to an expensive store and said he'd buy her the dress of her choice. She had chosen a white strapless cocktail length dress with black brimming and pink roses on it. The fabric was so smooth and soft it felt almost like satin. It was some European name brand. She had other choices too. She had considered a black micro skirt with a velvet white top with the straps going around her neck and hooking in the back. Paolo shook his head at that choice. 'Not classy enough" he told her. Then...

FLASH BACK

Miranda immerged from the dressing room in a pale pink gown which squeezed her wait so that it looked tiny and went almost o the floor. Paolo looked over at her two assistance. 'We're going to a club how is she suppose to club dance in that?"

The girls took Miranda back in and laid several outfits in front of her. She chose the three she liked best. She choose a white dress with pink roses and black brimming, the red dress with a ruby necklace attached, and a light green knee length skirt with a matching halter on top.

She came out in the white dress first. This one received approval. So did the red dress. The green outfit Paolo took not so well. "No I don't think green is...the right color for you. At least not that green."

'So which one should I wear?" Miranda asked as the two girls held up the two dress that had been approved of.

'You choose" Paolo said.

Miranda walked over and took the white one. "It's so classy" she giggled.

Paolo smiled "Sure is."

"How much did that cost?" Miranda asked as they walked out. Paolo paid with a credit card.

"You don't need to know that" Paolo told her. She wanted to press the subject but didn't.

END FLASH BACK

Miranda sighed thinking of that night. She had come back to her hotel room to change. Paolo also had to meat with some one so he would come a little later so she had some time to relax. But she didn't want to relax. She couldn't wait to see him again.

At the club she found out something else…he was a really good dances. So divine, so perfect, so…

"Miranda?"

Miranda snapped out of her daze to behold Paolo standing in front of her. "Ciao" he smiled "I hope you wont mind if I join you."

"Hi" Miranda said smiling back at him "And yea you can join me…if you pay."

Paolo laughed and flaunted a credit card. Miranda tried to snatch it from him but he yanked it out of her reach playfully. "Having breakfast with a lovely girl like you? I have a good feeling about this day" he said sitting down, the playful charming smile still curving his lips.

"Stop flattering me. I know you don't mean a word" Miranda said wishing secretly he did mean what he said.

"You know me that well?" Paolo asked, his eye brows rising in a mock surprised expression.

Miranda's answer was only a small giggle that she couldn't suppress. They ordered pancakes and ate in an odd silence that seemed strange after their playful greetings.

Finally Miranda spoke. "Who did you ran off to see last night?"

"That doesn't matter" Paolo said shrugging it off. "We do need to talk though don't we?"

She gazed at hi. The red shirt he was wearing set off his black hair in a great way. She new that red looked great on brunette girls, now she new it was the same for guys. She couldn't think that he didn't love her. She couldn't think about going home, at least going home without him. "Let's take a walk."

Paolo nodded and called for a check.

They walked in silence for a while then Miranda spoke softly "Paolo we have to do something."

"I know" Paolo said, his voice dry, strained, almost emotionless. "But what?"

"Paolo I'm a freshman!" Miranda cried out. She felt the tears stinging her eyes.

"And I'm still a senior" Paolo said trying not to sound too exasperated. "I'm not ready for a baby especially-" he cut himself short and looked at the ground.

"Especially with me?" Miranda asked. She had stopped walking and her words were strained and high pitched.

Paolo looked at her. His eyes were said, sympathetic, and self accusatory. Slowly, he nodded.

Miranda turned away as a painful pang ran through her body. "So you don't…" she murmured "…love me?"

He came to her taking her into his arms. "Miranda I'm sorry I…"

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is…"

No. Just…hold me for a moment…please." She nuzzled against him trying not to cry as she absorbed the warmth of his body.

After a minute or two Miranda withdrew. "You must have a reason! Something is standing between us."

"I do have a reason."

"I want to meat her" Miranda said. She didn't need to ask, she knew.

"Why? Paolo asked, alarm in his voice.

"She deserves to know…about the baby."

"I've told her" he said softly.

"And she stayed with you" Miranda looked disbelieving.

"We weren't together when I told her. She was, and is, my best friend. I told her. I tell her lot's of private things she understands. She-" Paolo cut himself short realizing he was saying too much. "Sorry."

"Do you love her?" Miranda couldn't believe she was asking this.

Paolo did not hesitate and his answer was firm. "Yes."

Miranda nodded resignedly. "I thin I'll go pack my bags I should leave tomorrow. I suppose I would be asking to much but-"

"Come to my place tonight. I'll give you your ticket." Paolo's voice was quiet, he looked almost embarrassed. "We still haven't made a decision."

Miranda gazed at him absently. It will be up to my parent. I'll have to tell them eventually."

"Miranda" Paolo said stopping her as she started to turn away "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."