She is living in two distinct worlds. The one who is the definition of grace, serenity, and love. And the one who is on the other side of the coin.
Ballistic, killer, and wicked. There is no sign of calmness & forgiveness. Just blood and her sadisti...
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I was still feeling a bit fuzzy and was not able to concentrate nicely. I am currently getting ready for the ball, I am just fucking up everything first that surgery, and then I am drunk right now and that's also for the first time and all the side effects of getting drunk is already showing up.
I just don't wanna throw up at the ball, or else dad would not be that happy, with me.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, thanks to Massimo I was able to make it to my room, or else I would have been in the bar only.
I would have worn something else than red because I feel like red is way too overused. But I can't ignore the fact that I am not even able to make which shade of red it is. So it doesn't even matter.
I wore the dress and called Alex to do the makeup and stuff.
"Diana, you're looking great."
"Oh really?" I asked in a bored voice and yawned.
"Diana why the hell you're drunk bitch?"She asked eyeing me suspiciously.
"Do your work hoe," I answered her back.
"Shut the fuck up you suka."
I raised my eyebrows towards her and said, "aahh, someone is learning how to curse in Russian huh?"
"Ohh that was Russian?" she asked with a surprised smile like she is shocked at herself.
"Yeah.. like you just called me bitch in Russian and you don't even know?
"Umm... I didn't know but that's great, now I'll try to learn more curses in different languages." She said like a child.
I shook my head and muttered inside my breath, "Guarrah."
"What was that suka?" She asked.
"You better don't know. Now straighten my hair Alex, you know I hate getting ready already."
"Okay- okay..." She started running the straightener slowly through my hair, taking care of all the hair up and down cut in layers.
"By the way Alex..... Which color dress I am wearing right now. I mean I know it's red but which red?"
"What the fuck man? You're so damn drunk that you're not able to comprehend the color of your dress. I don't think you should go, and what if they asked you to give a speech or something?" She said throwing her hands in the air.
Getting a friend like her is one of the best things that happened to me.
"Can you tell which color I am wearing? I can take care of the speech."
"Ugh.. You're wearing a silk dress, with a slit, and believe me, your breasts are looking freaking amazing almost making me question my sexuality. And the color is aesthetic kind of.. umm wine red-ish. I don't know myself, but you're looking hot, and that what matters right?"
