Fight For It

Chapter 15

~Isolde's Point of View~

To say this week was boring, would be an understatement. My dad pretty much put me on house arrest because of this stupid fucking wound. I was pretty much healed within a few days though. The stitches were the only thing indicating that I was hurt in the first place. My body has become so accustomed to these type of wounds that it now takes no time at all to heal.

Currently, I am getting ready for the gala. I decided on a black smoky eye that brings out the blue in my eyes. Coating on a red lipstick, I finished up my make up. My dress was hanging on the closet door. I slipped on my black floor length dress. It had a slit up my leg that stopped just above my mid-thigh and spaghetti straps that lead down to a devilish dip that showed off my cleavage. Walking over to my bed, I had an array of knives and pistols laid out. I picked up my custom made black pistol that had the saying "they fear me because I fear nothing" engraved on the side in gold writing. I placed it into the band fastened around my thigh. I then placed three knives beside it because you can never be too sure. I slipped on my gold heels that matched with my gold jewelry. Slipping on my rings, I noticed... I don't have an engagement ring. How is this going to be believable if there isn't a fucking ring? Doing a look over of myself, I slip out of my room and down the stairs, death gripping the stair rails so I don't fall.

"DAD," I yelled, my voice booming throughout the mansion. Within seconds, my dad comes rushing into the room in a blue and white suit.

"Something wrong Isolde," he blurts out, worry taking over his face.

"What the hell am I supposed to do about to do about an engagement ring?" He looks at me with a confused face before it turns back to worry again.

"Shit, I never thought about that. Do you have anything that maybe resembles one? I might be able to talk to Micah, or we can stop by a store," my father continues to ramble.

"I'm sure it'll be fine dad. Let me go look up in my closet. I probably I have a ring somewhere in there." I quickly walk away from my father and up the steps back to my room. We didn't have much time before we had to leave, so I rushed into my closet and started searching through my jewelry box. As I looked through my ring drawer, I found a sliver ring with a Cushion cut diamond sitting on top. There were three smaller diamonds on each side of the bigger diamond. It was a beautiful ring that my grandmother gifted to me before she passed away. I refused to wear it in fear that I would loose it, but I guess now would be a time I would have to wear the precious jewel. Slipping it on, the band fit perfectly around my ring finger. I nodded my head approvingly before once again making my descent down the staircase.

"I think the one grandmother gave me before she passed will do," I said, gaining my father's attention while holding out my hand for him to see.

"I remember when she gave you that ring. You were the happiest little girl in the world." It was true. I was only about 11 when I was gifted this ring. My grandmother passed only a year later. It was one of the most devastating deaths in our family. She was always the one to light up a room right when she walked in, and I missed that most about her.

"Alright, we don't have time to be sappy, we have to get going," I rushed my father. I grabbed my clutch before following my father. Walking out the front door, a limo was patiently waiting. My father opened the door for me and pushed myself in, my dad following right after. Moments pass before I speak up, "Are we going to leave now?"

"Your mother and Melissa are coming." I groaned dramatically at the thought of my little sister coming. Distracting myself, I focused my attention on the limo I was sitting in. The seats were a black leather, with precise threading along the material. Three sides of the vehicle were taken up with seats, while one of the sides contained a mini bar with ice, drinks, and glasses. I decided to pick up and a glass and poor some red wine to help me get through the night. I tilted the glass up to my lips and let the liquid pass through causing my throat to tingle. Moments later, the door opened revealing my mother and Melissa. Scanning over their figure, my mother was wearing a red cocktail dress while Melissa was of course wearing a pink strapless dress that stopped way too high. Stepping in, my mother settled in beside my father while Melissa started making her way towards me.