❛ chasing you ❜ | peter parker

Chapter 7

As she was walking away Peter watched her while not a thought ran through his simple head. He was 99% sure that Licia was The Black Cat, he had no doubt about it. She had very blonde hair, an athletic figure, the mannerisms and what gave it away the most, her accent. It wasn't a very strong accent however, certain words she'd say would sound different to the rest.

Peter was utterly stumped.

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"IVE NOT EVEN BEEN AT THAT SCHOOL FOR A WEEK AND THEY'RE ALREADY INTERVIEWING ME LIKE SOME CRIMINAL?!" Licia yelled as she slammed the front door behind her.

"Well, are ya?" She heard a voice say and out came the hotels head butler and manger, Gianni.

"No! Well uh- no I'm not.."

Gianni chuckled to himself, "Alright then kid, go do ya homework." She complied and jogged up the grand marble staircase, still dissatisfied with the days turnout.

Once the girl got to her bedroom her phone immediately started to buzz, ping and produce every sound a phone was capable of doing. It turns out she was added to a group chat which predominantly consisted of Kelly, the rest of 'the girls', a handful of, athletes and a couple other people that she'd briefly spoken too. Not really sure why or who she was added by, she opened Snapchat and begun scrolling through the messages.

Just a bunch of bs, Licia thought.

Until however, a string of texts pricked up her interests. It was a few messages from some of the girls mentioning "Spider-Man", "Tony Stark", "Iron Man", and funnily enough, the party Mr Stark was hosting, which was being held Friday evening, the same date as the party she was going to. You see, Licia -of course, had already heard about the party, she just wasn't sure when it was.

Suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door, "Come in!" She said, eyes still glued to her phone. The door swung open and in strode her mother, who must have come home early from badminton, "Felicia, darling. We're going to go to our tailor in a few minutes, and you need to pick out a few possible colours for the dress."

Licia re-adjusted herself on her bed as her mother sat beside her, holding out an array of coloured slides, "Hmm," Licia pondered "Silver, navy and black."

"Perfect!" Licia's mother said, "I'll send them to Jean-Cláud, now, get your shoes on it's a 20 minute drive to the tailors and we're already late."

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Licia's POV

It was around 6:45pm and pouring it down when we arrived back at home and mother was soaking wet and in the worst mood possible so I had to watch out. Luckily Jean-Cláud knew exactly what I wanted and chose the perfect dresses for me to try on.

One of them was a square-necked, long, silky, draped number, it looked gorgeous on me I just thought it was a bit boring: I was looking for more. There was also a fully bodycon, tight fitting, one shoulder, shiny silver dress, I just didn't like how it clashed with my skin tone. Thankfully, I did find a dress I liked, its a short, sleeveless black dress, with a low neck line which is surrounded by a large cluster of ruffles. The ruffles almost looked like a pair of black wings. I look like the black swan from swan lake, its jaw-droppingly stunning.

My fathers got some people over for a dinner, they're all using our hotel's dining hall at the moment and probably will be until about 10 o'clock but that's when they move from there, to our main lounge room. So that probably means that no one will know if I sneak out tonight- not even Gianni, all of our house staff and security will be too busy minding my father and his accompanies.