"Вы двое выглядите красиво! Ваши родители будут так гордиться." (You two look beautiful! Your parents would be so proud)
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"Спасибо." (Thank you)
Dmitri is escorting us to the Gala Lorenzo Russo is having. He can't stay for long but he wanted to make sure we made it there safely.
He also wanted to thank Lorenzo in person for agreeing to our partnership.
"остановись, прежде чем заставишь меня плакать'. Спасибо, papa Dmitri." (Stop, before you make me cry. Thank you, papa Dmitri.)
"Пожалуйста. А теперь пойдем на гала." (You're welcome. Now let's go to the gala.)
We each wrapped an arm around his.
"Пойдем." (Let's go)
•••
After taking hundreds of pictures we are now inside of the venue. Dmitri left a couple of minutes ago after thanking Lorenzo.
Alessia and I just got done talking to one of Dmitri and our father's old business partner.
I chugged every glass of champagne that went past us while Alessia texted on her phone.
"Hey, I'm going to go look for a bathroom. Please, try and mingle."
She got up from the chair and walked away.
I hate galas and parties, really anything where you have to be social. Which a lot of people are surprised by since I've been going to them since I was a child.
I still don't like being in a room full of bougie wealthy people. I've always felt like an outcast since my skin never matches the people around us.
Alessia and I are fraternal twins we've basically a carbon copy of our mother. Chocolate skin, full lips and thick thighs. Our mother was a black woman born to a Nigerian father and a Haitian mother.
I have my mother's dark brown eyes and Alessia has heterochromia. Taking both our mothers and fathers eyes. She has brown eyes with a hint of blue.
Our mother Tamara Frost used to work for a foundation in America that gave food, shelter, and jobs to people in need. Our father, Ivan Petrov, invested in the foundation. Which is how they met. They said it was love at first sight and that's why they got married four months later.
Petrov Industries (Now Frost Industries) had a big hit a year into their marriage when my fathers grandparents were accused of being involved in a human trafficking ring before they died of natural causes.
Our father lost a lot of business but he did shut down the ring and reunited a lot of families across the world. He also decided to change Petrov Industries to Frost Industries and hyphen his last name.
They were so disgusted by the history behind the business we didn't even get our fathers last name.
"Che bella ragazza come te che fa da sola?" (What a beautiful girl like you doing alone?)
This older man asked before offering a drink.
"No grazie e non sono solo." (No thanks and I'm not alone.)
I walked off grabbing another glass of champagne from a waiter's tray.
It's going to take me a couple of glasses of champagne for me to be able to mingle with anyone.
"Inanna Frost!"
My eyes roamed the large room until they landed on Christian Fischer. Who was waving for me to come over.
He stood next to Lorenzo, November, Kofi, and my sister.
"Good evening, everyone. This is a beautiful event, Lorenzo."
"Thank you for coming," he replied, before bringng the glass up to his lips.
"November was just talking about her next film," Christian said.
November started talking again and I looked at Alessia.
"I texted you," she mouthed.
I knew I was going to forget something. I left my phone in the car and I forgot to bring my back up phone.
"I left my phone in the car," I mouthed back.
"So, I've heard Frost Industries is partnering up with Lorenzo's business."
We broke eye contact and looked at November who was now done talking and staring at us waiting for us to answer. Her arm was wrapped around Lorenzo's and I mentally rolled my eyes.
"Yes, we are I can't wait until we can start working togeth-,"
Shouting interrupted her. We all turned around to see two men arguing.
"I told you this gala was a bad idea," Kofi mumbled.
"I got it."
Christian swallowed the last of the champagne in his glass before passing it to November and walking towards the man who was now fighting.
"Is this normal," November questioned.
"Not really, but it sometimes happens."
Does it really? I've been to a lot and usually people sits aside their differences.
"He has a gun!"
"Oh shit, get down!"
I had a feeling this was a bad idea. You should always follow your gut.
