MAFIAS LOVE (WRITING)

Daddy's Girl

⚠️The grammar that is incorrect is meant to be towards the end of the story.

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Tailors
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Narrative POV
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There's three days left until the Gala and Violetta still hasn't picked out which style dress she wants. Her personal tailor has provided her with different dress styles but none caught her eye. They were either to puffy, loose, didn't show her figure or were basic. All of these dresses were unwanted and not reaching her high demands.

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Violetta's POV
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'You showed me this already!'
I was starting to get aggravated.

'Please Ma'am these are your only options.'
She coward back in fear at my demanding tone.

The dresses I tried on were not what I expected. When you want something done you want it done properly.

'I've asked you exactly two days ago to prepare multiple dresses to my liking.'

The dress I had on now had a crew neck, it's whole look reminded me of a princes' wedding attire.

'Y-you only told me a couple days ago I-'

'Is that an excuse?'
I questioned.

'No-'
I cut her off.

'Does my Father need to pay you a visit?'
I narrowed my eyes while checking my nails.

'No he does not.'
She stammers.

Oh Papa the title you hold.

'Good. I'd rather you stay alive. You do decent when you listen.'

I started to step out of the dress that was becoming too uncomfortable.

I was looking for something fitted that showed my curves. Classy but sexy. I didn't want to look like a washed out whore looking for more money at the gala but a women who knows the power she owns.

'I will be back in two hours. Next time try harder.'

'I will. Yes.'
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Café
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On my way home my Father asked if I could meet him at a Café. From the outside the Café was mysterious. There was no security which was strange for my Father since he would normally have at least one guard with him if we were meeting.

I entered the peculiar Café to be greeted by my Father.

'Pa-!'

'Bianca, ama che ce l'hai fatta!'
(Bianca, love you made it!)

My alias.

Growing up my father had put my name under Aurora Aliz Bianchi. Though people knew the Bianchi family, the public has never known me as Violetta Ramona Bianchi, but my alias. Since I was kept out of the press and much of the public eye; no one can identify me.
Those who worked under my father had alias' to avoid any threats to their families. Bianca Isobel Russo was the name I used outside in public.