Avery
Giada was quite sure she was going to get in trouble because of this.

She'd picked the place, the time, every aspect of this little meeting so that hopefully Avery would be satisfied for a little bit and leave her alone. Or maybe she could finally put it through his thick skull that she didn't want to be with him. It didn't matter to her that her mother thought he was a perfect match, it didn't. Her mother didn't know her, how could she know who was perfect for her? Emmet was bloody perfect for her, but he had to go and have a kid; Graeme---Graeme was getting there, they were still so new, so she couldn't---and neither of them were anything like the slime Avery was.

But it didn't help the slight homesickness she was suffering. Giada wanted to kick herself for such thoughts, but at the end of the day, she did miss her parents. They were wonderful when they weren't forcing high society down her throat. Ha.

Her hand covered her eyes as she waited for him to show up at the cafe. She would've gone to Charlotte's, but Giada didn't need any wizards or witches spotting them, and that somehow getting back to her parents. Once again she was hiding from people, lying, (bloody hell, Savannah was going to kill her). The doorbell of the cafe rang and Giada didn't bother to look up to see if it was him, if it wasn't, all the better for her.