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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]At thirteen minutes past nine on that Friday night, a very visibly annoyed Lola Russo stood in the corner of her bedroom, carefully studying every inch of her [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/CBLxB10A7bw/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link]outfit[/url] in the full-size mirror. Was it sheer? Yes. Was she aware of just how sheer it was? Yup. Had she purposely skipped the bra and worn the black thong knowing fully well that would be exactly where her date's eyes would wander off to? [b]Absolutely[/b]. In fact, the blonde was secretly hoping her choice in attire and her sex appeal were enough to get her laid tonight. If she went through another Cassian Lee episode, Lola swore she'd be packing her bags and moving to Sicily in hopes that a hot mafia daddy would ask her if she was lost baby girl, kidnap her, take her shopping and sailing on a yacht, and make her his spoiled mafia princess. [sub][i]God, she fucking [i]loved[/i] that movie.[/i][/sub]

The unfortunate thing about making plans past dinner time was that she’d been present at the Delta house when Miss Congeniality’s date made his timely appearance. For the past week, that airhead Mia Somethingortheother had been bragging to anyone who would listen about how her beloved [i]Junie[/i] had scored a date with Tyberius Delamar, making Lola physically sick with jealousy in the process. It wasn’t that she had a thing for Ty-- they’d hooked up a few years ago, and that had been the end of it. It was the fact that, even with her good looks, her sex appeal, her juicy bank account and her B list celebrity status, she failed to attract someone worthy of her time at this stupid school.

During that past summer, Lola Russo had been wined and dined by an NFL player from the LA Rams, bedded by a Navy sailor that looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, and taken on a week long vacation to Bali by the soon to be head of the Tres Doncellas Vineyard and Winery. And even with this astounding track record, the girl had been quick to accept Alaric's invitation to hang out. Turns out that the Blake that had annoyed her so much before had been her only friend at Meadow U, and now that he was gone she'd been feeling [s]super[/s] kind of lonely lately (not that she would ever admit it). In times like these, the young woman wished she just stayed in California for college. At least back home she had her family, her girls, and a whole lot of hot guys to choose from. She didn’t have to resort to [i]this[/i]. 

As if her bitter attitude wasn’t bad enough before, it only worsened earlier: when she’d caught a glimpse of Ty Delamar looking stunning in a fitted suit, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and waiting for Junie. The face he made when he saw his date was a painful stab at Lola’s ego.

[color=E2404E][indent][i]Great… [b]She[/b] gets the in person invitation, the flowers, and the fancy dinner with the rockstar-looking sex God. And what do [b]I[/b] get? A middle of the night text invite like some ordinary girl, from a short guy with questionable fashion sense who not only isn't even here on time, but who probably doesn't even know who Dolce & Gabbana are and spells Chanel with two n’s.

How is this even [b]fair[/b]?![/i][/indent][/color]
And even though she knew this was probably karma for sending the infamous fight video to the headmistress in order to get back at Dickhead Lee, it didn't mean Lola thought she deserved it.

With her bad mood back again in full force, the young woman gave another glance at her cellphone and let out an annoyed huff. No texts, no calls, no explanations, and [i]still[/i] late. Who did this guy think he was? How much longer did he plan to keep her waiting? Did he not understand who he was dealing with here?

Alaric Sterling had [i]five more minutes[/i] to show up before Lola left everything behind and flew to Italy to start a new life as a mob boss’ wife.[/indent][/indent][/color]