Red in the Face
Damn it . . .
She had to get out of there. Seriously, that old lady looked mad as hell, and Bella had to leave before the woman, who was currently yelling at Edward, came over and took her out, mafia style.
The woman looked fierce and demanding, and she was still gesturing toward Bella's direction with anger in her foreign words.
Damn it . . .
Bella had such high hopes for the evening, hoping that things might progress past the heavy make out session and onto something more . . . physical.
"Bella?"
Edward was walking toward her with a smile and a question in his eyes. She diverted her gaze away from him and glanced back at what she was doing – making sure she had all of her stuff together. She didn't want to be a burden for him . . .
"Beautiful, where are you going?"
"Oh, Edward . . . I didn't mean to cause you any problems. I'll just go ahead and take off." She gestured toward the door, not really meeting his eyes. "I can take a cab home."
"Problems?"
"Between you and your . . ." Bella gestured toward the old woman who was standing there watching the pair of them, scowl fixed on her face, hands positioned on her rounded hips. She stood from the booth abruptly, placing her napkin on the table.
"My nonna . . ."
"Your what?"
"My grandmother," he clarified with a chuckle.
"Oh . . ." She readjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, looking down on the ground. "She looks mad."
"She is," Edward laughed. "But not at you. She's angry that I didn't introduce her to my beautiful girlfriend."
His . . . what now?
"Come here, beautiful. I want you to meet someone."
Before Bella could object, Edward grabbed her hand firmly in his own, leading her toward the horribly angry looking woman.
"Eduardo," the woman growled. "Come non mi soddisfano questa bella donna?"
"Nonna, nonna," Edward crooned in his beautiful language, seeming to try and calm the irate woman. "Semplice. Si embarass me senza fine!"
"Nonsenso . . ." The woman shooed him away with her hands, and then turned her stealy eyes upon Bella. The woman looked her over from head to foot, her eyes wizened and fierce. Bella swallowed against a sudden lump in her throat.
The likelihood of them making anything out of tonight . . . their upteenth date in as many weeks . . . seemed to drift away with every second the woman stared at her. Besides drying her up like the Sahara dessert, she was sure that if she didn't get the woman's approval, Edward wouldn't want her anyway.
"Dire la sua MI ha detto che la splendida," the woman said forcefully, and Bella cringed.
"She says that she thinks you are gorgeous," Edward translated, and Bella did a double take from him back to the lady.
She doesn't look like she thinks I'm gorgeous.
In fact, she looked at her like she thought Bella was fish bait.
Bella looked at the lady and gave her a timid smile. Before she could react, the woman grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Seriously, her arms felt like a vice wrapped around her, squeezing the life out of her in a fierce hug.
"Take care of him tonight," the woman whispered in his ear. "He sure has a thing for you, Beauty."
"E-excuse me?"
"Go," the woman chuckled, letting Bella go just as suddenly. "Seduce your woman, Eddie."
Edwards arms wrapped Bella's waist.
"Yes, nonna."
And Bella hoped that Edward always listened to his elders.
AN - maybe a couple chaps tonight. We'll see. Betty is almost done and should post next week.