He played along, as she knew he would, and it prompted an even wider smile mixed with smirk from her. She'd come a long way since her childhood and Nebraska, sometimes she wondered what her grandpa would think of the Isabella Viore she grew into. Part of her thought he'd be in disbelief that people follow her with cameras and her face was so well-known, but a better part of her knew he always expected her to do great things. Getting the back of her hand kissed as fans looked on just felt so...frivolous for what grandpa would've expected out of her that her smile drooped for a second.
But hey, she couldn't deprive herself of personal happiness because of her self-imposed expectations.
"Are we drinking from the same bottle? Because this is …show more content…
He recovered quickly, sure, but she knew how that direct of a bomb dropping like those key words would be and the momentary freeze seemed to give her life. Sure, it wasn't near the caliber of gendered expectations she aimed to break down, but taking the romantic initiative was still so "unconventional" for a heterosexual woman that it only added to her …show more content…
It was honestly the thing she appreciated most about her dinner companion, how amazingly he had become a father in spite of tragedy. "Sounds like he's the perfect little Veisi. We'll need to schedule a play date soon, I'd love to hear the little rascal go on and on about whatever his little heart desires. Kids are so cute at that age before they get an attitude." He spoke to her maternal side that was always itching to go for a spin; it didn't hurt that she loved the kid to the moon and back.
She nodded understandingly at the proportion of work to play, it was something she knew abundantly well. It was usually by choice, but as she headed toward the dreaded "hill" (an especially dangerous time for those in the performing arts), she was starting to find a better balance between the two. "Good company makes all the difference." Her voice was more tempered, less flirtatious yet nothing revealing a problem, which is why she was able to chuckle at the coupled questions. "No, no, and 'dying' might be a stretch, but you're in the
But hey, she couldn't deprive herself of personal happiness because of her self-imposed expectations.
"Are we drinking from the same bottle? Because this is …show more content…
He recovered quickly, sure, but she knew how that direct of a bomb dropping like those key words would be and the momentary freeze seemed to give her life. Sure, it wasn't near the caliber of gendered expectations she aimed to break down, but taking the romantic initiative was still so "unconventional" for a heterosexual woman that it only added to her …show more content…
It was honestly the thing she appreciated most about her dinner companion, how amazingly he had become a father in spite of tragedy. "Sounds like he's the perfect little Veisi. We'll need to schedule a play date soon, I'd love to hear the little rascal go on and on about whatever his little heart desires. Kids are so cute at that age before they get an attitude." He spoke to her maternal side that was always itching to go for a spin; it didn't hurt that she loved the kid to the moon and back.
She nodded understandingly at the proportion of work to play, it was something she knew abundantly well. It was usually by choice, but as she headed toward the dreaded "hill" (an especially dangerous time for those in the performing arts), she was starting to find a better balance between the two. "Good company makes all the difference." Her voice was more tempered, less flirtatious yet nothing revealing a problem, which is why she was able to chuckle at the coupled questions. "No, no, and 'dying' might be a stretch, but you're in the