With Violetta/Celeste
There were many things one could say about Francisco Ignacio Leone, but one thing was certain: this Colombian king had always been a charmer, effortlessly adept at winning over the hearts of women. Or at least that’s the popular opinion. Violetta, however, despite having fallen for his charms in the past, had seemingly built up an immunity to his antics over the years. But even so, that didn’t stop Nacho from paying her a compliment whenever the opportunity arose. Tonight was no exception.
He watched her, admiring the way the white dress accentuated her figure, making her look like an ethereal vision amidst the glitz of the yacht party.
Despite their rocky past, Nacho knew that maintaining a good relationship with Violetta was crucial, not just for their own sake but for Lila, their daughter, who was the love of his life. It wasn’t as easy as one might think, but for Lila’s sake, he was willing to put in the effort.
As he asked her about Lila, Violetta tilted her head, a sour look crossing her face. “Great,” she said, sarcasm almost spilling out onto the fancy floors. It was obvious she didn’t want to answer or talk to him at all. After the silent treatment from Sunny this morning, Nacho might not have known exactly why, but he could certainly tell when a woman was unhappy to see him, which although happening twice in one day with two different women (?!?!?!), it was still a rare scenario for him.
“I have a surprise for her,” Nacho continued with a light smirk, trying to bridge the gap. “She will love it, I’m sure.”
Lowering her voice to a whisper, Violetta countered with a question about Sunny. Nacho knew Violetta didn’t care for or approve of Sunny, or any other woman in his life, for that matter, but as long as she wasn’t planning to replace her, Violetta really had no right to complain, did she? “Sunny’s good, thanks for asking” he replied casually, opting not to delve into the details of their recent incident. Instead, he redirected the conversation, seeking common ground. “How’s Isaac?” he asked, referring to Violetta’s husband, whom she had married after their own relationship had run its course. While there was no personal animosity, the dynamic between Nacho and Isaac remained delicate, colored by the unspoken complexities of their shared past and present.
Nacho maintained his easygoing demeanor, though he knew navigating these conversations required finesse. He sipped his champagne, letting the cool bubbles settle any tension in the air. Tonight was about celebrating, after all—a chance to set aside differences and focus on what truly mattered: The party (hell yeah)
Glancing around, Nacho marveled at the opulence that defined the evening. The deck shimmered with designer outfits, sparkling jewelry, and the infectious sound of laughter blending with the gentle lapping of the waves. It was a scene straight out of a Hollywood film, where wealth and status mingled effortlessly.
Turning his attention back to Violetta, he couldn’t resist a compliment delivered with his trademark Colombian charm. “You look as stunning as ever, Cece,” he remarked with a warm smile, his Colombian charm infusing every word. “Honestly, I swear you haven’t aged a day since we first met. That same sparkle in your eyes—it’s truly timeless.”
He chuckled softly, memories of their early days together coloring his tone. “Remember our first Thanksgiving party together? You wore that red dress, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” His voice carried a hint of nostalgia. “Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it? Time flies, but some things never change… like your impeccable taste in dresses."
Nacho’s words flowed effortlessly, infused with a playful charm that reflected their shared history. Despite the passage of time and the complexities of their relationship, his admiration for Violetta’s elegance remained a constant thread. He maintained a respectful distance, yet there was an undeniable warmth in his demeanor, a homage to the connection they once shared.
@Caticorn sunny mentioned again
@idiot.exe Isaac mentioned