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Priest smacked his lips. "That's cheating, but since you wanna test me—" He shrugged his broad shoulders before lowering his head to her neck once more. He took another whiff of her perfume before lifting his head. "Love Don't Be Shy," Priest clarified the specific scent from Kilian with an accomplished grin. "You can't trip me up,Gioia.I know stuff like this," his arrogant smirk never left his face as he spoke.

She rolled her eyes, playfully dismissing him. "You think you're so smooth," she jested, causing the both of them to laugh.

Together, the two exited their home for the first time in a while. Italy's warm weather graced Britain's smooth sepia skin, making her glow. It hadn't really dawned on Britain that she was really set to live in Italy until God knows when. Things were still really fresh for her. She didn't think she would pick up on ordinary things like driving or shopping quite yet because everywhere she went, it seemed like she hadAmericanwritten on her forehead. The people were nice, but with her language barrier, there wasn't much that could be retained.

Britain managed to grab a set of keys on the way out, tossing it over to Priest. The lights of their all-white Bentley flickered open. Aside from tending to such a huge house that gave her the creeps when it was nighttime, Britain could get used to the lavish lifestyle. She was never too far from it since her parents were two great surgeons, but Priest was introducing her to an entirely new way of living.

He assisted her into the vehicle, allowing her to sink into the plush crimson red seats. Once he made his way around, he got into the car, pressing the button to bring the engine to life.

"How much do I have to impress these people? Are they super important?" Britain asked as Priest circled the car around the fountain and began making his way down the lengthydriveway. He couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that she had already started with the questions.

"Nah, these aren't those type of people," he clarified.

Britain raised her brows, wondering what type of people they were. Priest always gravitated toward the best types of people. So far, he hadn't introduced her to anyone she hadn't grown to adore and care for, and realizing this put her at ease. For the car ride, she of course sang passionately to each and every love song her phone shuffled through while Priest chuckled here and there in amusement.

Her attention was pulled away from Priest upon noticing the new scenery that was passing them by. Priest hadn't taken her sight-seeing far from their neighborhood because of how busy they’d been. He had only taken her to the nearby places that surrounded their home. Now on the opposite side of town, Britain was seeing sights that had her in awe. She was used to tall buildings that scraped the sky in New York, but Italy had a different spin on things. Their architecture stood tall with intricate designs and details. She thought New York was extra, but it seemed like Italy had back home beat. Structures were made of stone with spiral pillars that decorated the entrance of the buildings. At this point, everything reminded Britain of either a palace or the White House in Washington, DC.

Glancing away from the road briefly, Priest was pleased to see the awe in Britain's face. She was coming around slowly but surely.

"Why is everyone so fashionable here?" She pointed to woman who was strutting down the crosswalk with her Prada boots.

Priest chuckled. "It's Italy, Brit," he reminded her.

Eventually, he took a turn into a neighborhood that reminded them of the one they lived in. The homes were spaced far away from each other, and the distance between them wasfilled by dense woods. The homes were a lot more contemporary compared to her and Priest's modern home. They were built decades ago and were purchased with new renovations and additions. Britain noticed Priest slowing down before they stopped at the gates of a massive home with a grand fountain at the center of the stone driveway. "Damn, this house is big as hell!” Her eyes widened slightly as she marveled at the luxurious house.

Priest laughed as he nodded his head. "It is,Gioia."

The steel gates pulled open, allowing him to drive into the driveway. The driveway was already decorated with matching sterling white luxury cars: a Maserati, a Rolls Royce, and a convertible Mercedes. The sight of the cars made Britain's mouth grow dry. It was evident that whoever these people were, they were the elite and at the top of their social class. She knew Priest assured her she wouldn't have to impress them, but clearly, she did.

"Relax," Priest said as he sat his hand on her thigh after he put the car in park. "This shit don't make them any better than us. You gotta be confident,Gioia," he coached her. Britain let out a light breath before she released the tension in her shoulders and the nerves that fluttered around in her stomach.

"You ready?" he asked.Britain nodded her head in response. Priest exited the vehicle, making his way around to open her door. Her hand fused into his as he shut the door behind her and began leading the way toward the grand entrance of the home. It didn't take long before the double French doors were pulled opened.

A smile spread onto Priest's face at the sight of the small statured woman. She stood no taller than five-foot-three with a thick mane of spiraled jet-black curls that graced down to the small of her back. Britain could see that the woman had aged finely. Her blue and white floral sundress was complimented byher matching diamond earrings, tennis necklace and bracelet. Her ring finger was decorated with a massive diamond ring that put Britain's engagement ring out of the running.

"Priest! Mi amour!" She flung her arms around Priest, pulling him into an excited embrace.

Over the course of a few weeks, Britain had grown accustomed to the Italian accent, and by the way the woman spoke, she could tell it was far from an Italian accent. Her accent was more of a Spanish one, which let Britain know that she too wasn't from Italy.

"Hey, Nonna. It's been a while," Priest said to the woman.

Nonna nodded her head, agreeing with him. "It has, and who is this beautiful young lady?" Nonna shifted her eyes from Priest onto Britain. She had an inviting smile on her face as she waited for Priest to introduce Britain.

"This is my fiancée, Britain," Priest introduced her, causing a light gasp to flee from Nonna.

"Oh, mi amour!" Nonna exclaimed. She immediately pulled Britain into a very accepting embrace. "My name is Suzette, but you can call me Nonna. You are so beautiful. Come in, come in," she excitedly invited Britain and Priest inside.

"So nice to meet you, Nonna. Your home is lovely," Britain politely said as her soft brown orbs wandered around the extravagant foyer of the home.

"Thank you, my love." Suzette peered over her shoulder with a smile. "It's so lovely to have Priest back in Italy. He hasn't kept in touch like he's promised, but now I see why."

"Why is that, Nonna?" Priest chuckled as he cupped Britain's hand in his.

"Because you were too busy proposing!" Nonna exclaimed with a clap of her hands. Nonna was an exuberant person. She was always laughing and full of so much joy. She and Priest met some years back when she was doing business inNew York. With her assistance, Priest really started moving heavy weight and covering his tracks the legal way. Suzette was the mastermind behind many of the legal businesses Priest had going for himself, one beingLa Lealtá,the Italian cuisine restaurant that she invested in with no expectations in return. She considered it a gift.

"I'm so happy for you, Priest. Britain seems like a lovely young lady. I can't wait to learn more about her," Nonna beamed.

Britain couldn't help but feel more at ease than she did when she arrived. Suzette was welcoming her with open arms. She wished Priest had told her more about Suzette so she would know what to expect, but as of right now, things were going well.