diaphonus:(adj.) Light, translucent, and delicate.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
*One week*
After I left their estate, I returned to my house.
I had been working on several cases.
The robbery Emilio forced me to be in, took over the news. Some suspected it was the Mexican mafia while others thought that it was Cuban but none said it was Italian.
I have to admit that Emilio was smart with it, everyone knew that on the stealing day, his gang lost someone important so they had to attend their funeral, he practically faked a death.
He also made sure that nobody would say my name neither in the bank or the ball. No pictures of me were taken with him at the event, only alone.
A week passed by since I last saw him, a hidden part in my heart longed for him, missing him.
Did he feel the same though?
When I found myself sleeping in the same bed as him, my stupid heart was threatening to explode out of my chest.
Our limbs were tangled with each other, feeling the skin of the other.
The bathroom memory will never leave my mind. Emilio didn't even fuck me and I was on the verge of coming but I wasn't like this with Seth.
Two months ago like yesterday, Seth and Julianne died. I went to their gravestones and brought them flowers.
"Valentina." Arabella's voice cuts my line of thoughts.
"What?" I ask as I sip my coffee.
"I need a new dress." She fidgets nervously with her dress cutely.
"Cool, ask your mom." I shrug, trying to hide my smile.
"Mom doesn't want to." She wines
I stay silent, she climbs in my lap as she turns my head to face her.
"Take me please." She bites her lip gently, her eyes full of hope.
"No." I huff.
The hope is replaced with disappointment.
I regret it.
"I will take you, get ready." I scoop her in my arms, placing one in her back.
She runs to her room excitedly.
Then she shouts for me "Come on, I finished."
I walk over to her, she just put on a skirt leaving her t-shirt.
I close the door after us, holding her hand.
I started the engine of my car after we step in.
"You haven't told me, why do you need this dress, Bella?" I narrow my eyes at her.
"Because I am going out with my friend."
"Who is your friend?"
"I don't want to tell you her name." She flushed.
"Good to know." I press my lips in a thin line.
ꨄ︎
"
You've got a crush?" I ask the little thing as we walk through the mall, searching for a clothes store.
"No." She almost instantly says.
We enter a mart, it felt like an eternity until I spot a dress that I think Bella would like.
"Let's see that one." I point my finger at the dress. It was a fairy white and velvet one.
"You like?" I ask her.
"I will go to the fitting room, wait for me." She grabs it, doing as she told me.
As I wait for her, my mind drifts back to Emilio.
He dug his way deep in my skin and my soul.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
