Johnny's POV
I'm dressed in a full suit, something I'm not comfortable doing. It's a nice designer grey suit; Roberto Cavalli, I believe and it's perfectly tailored. I walk up to her apartment door and knock with the knocker. I've been trying to picture how she'll look all day. Will her long brown hair be up or down? Will her eyes be smiling as usual? What will her gown look like? Will it be red?
She opens the door and I take a look at her. Her long hair is down, some of its spread across her back, some is on her shoulders. It's got body and a little wave to it making it look like she just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. She's wearing a red satin evening gown that ties around her neck. Her bust is secured nicely in the top with the pearls falling a few inches above her cleavage. The shoes are some sexy satin black pumps.
What do you think?" she asks before spinning around so I can see the back. The dress is corseted in the back with the ribbon tied into a thin bow after criss crossing across her back.
"It's perfect. You look amazing," I tell her as she turns back around to face me.
"That's what I like to hear," she says. "I want to be the most beautiful woman at the gala."
"No one there will be able to hold a candle to you," I assure her.
"I wonder what slut my father is bringing tonight," she says.
"Does it matter?" I ask. "Whoever he brings with will be talked about all night behind her back."
"Did your father ever parade around younger women?" she asks. "I mean granted my mother is a few years older than him, but still!"
"My old man was crazy to the max. Not much focus on a relationship with anyone. After he killed my mother with a bullet meant for me, he snapped. He was obsessed with her. He'd spend hours in the garden talking to her," I recall.
"Oh," is all she manages to reply.
"Let's get going," I tell her grabbing her hand. She flicks picks up her purse and keys and flicks off the light to her apartment before locking the door.
"You really do clean up nice," she tells me as we climb into my limo.
"Thanks," I say getting comfortable in the seats.
"Is there a radio or something in this limo?" she asks after five minutes of silence.
"Yeah, sure," I say picking up a remote and pressing a button.
The music starts playing and I can see Kristina swaying her head to the beat.
"Oooh, I like this song!" she says excitedly. She's dancing in her seat and I'm just staring at her smiling.
"I'm sorry. This song always takes me back to freshman year of high school. I thought I was gonna be a part of a successful girl group even though I can't sing worth a damn. But I could dance. I was gonna dance my way to the top with my friends," she tells me.
"I'm sure your father would've made that dream come true," I say.
She gives me a funny look. "Yeah right! He took one look at our sexy moves and almost had a heart attack. He almost sent me to boarding school that year," she says with a laugh.
"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. I mean Sonny being supportive of one of his children, unheard of," I joke.
"He's not the supportive in anything my children do type. He'll never be that kind of dad," she comments.
"You're a female. It's different for him with females. I saw how he treated my sister like she was dirt under his shoe. And I bet you see the difference in the way he treats you compared to the way he treats your brothers," I state based off observation.
"Yeah I noticed that too. He has different sets of rules for my brothers than for me. That doesn't matter though, because I don't follow his silly regulations to begin with," she speaks up.
The limo has stopped in front of the entrance to the MetroCourt. "Well, we're here! Time to make our grand entrance," I tell her as my driver opens the door. I take her hand in mine and help her get out.
We waltz into the Metrocourt which is full of people in their fancy evening gowns and tuxedos. I hate snobby rich people who are used to getting their own way all the time. So why on earth would I want to spend a night in a room full of them?
She squeezes my hand lightly and I remember. I want to show her off to the world and most importantly Sonny Corinthos. I cannot wait to see his smug face turn sour at the sight of his precious daughter on my arm.
I take a glass of champagne from one of the trays and relish a healthy gulp.
"Um, Johnny can we move from this spot and go over to that side of the room?" she urges me pointing with her head.
"What's wrong with this spot? Is it in view of your father?" I ask.
"No!" she replies. "I didn't even see him yet I just want some of those hors d'oeuvres that are over on that side," she says tugging on my arm.
"Why such a hurry?" I ask. "You can't be that hungry can you?" "I'm always hungry," she responds.
"Kristina!" I hear a male voice call out. Who the hell is this guy calling my date's name?
I follow the sound of the voice to a tall, young male with green eyes, dark hair, and a cunning smile.
"What are you doing here, Derrick?" she asks.
"I could ask you the same question," he replies. "Johnny Zacharra, really?" he asks staring me up and down.
"Derrick, are you going to introduce me to your friends?" a pretty blonde, with much softer green eyes and who's wearing a shorter black evening gown; asks as she walks up.
"We're not friends," I say wondering what the fuck is going on.