Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Our dresses looked gorgeous on us all. They all fit so perfectly and matched every single one of us.
We were being escorted to the tarmac soon, so we were all finishing up some touches for our looks. I had used Vera's curling iron to produce some curls in my hair, spraying them for a better and longer effect.
I put on the anklet I bought myself, along with earrings and a necklace to match my dress. Elena helped me pick out a makeup look which perfected my look.
I didn't mention this before, but I bought a shoulder bag of the colour of my dress, so that it wouldn't stand out and I'd still be able to carry necessary things around. I only packed my phone, some makeup to touch up anything if it was needed and some other little things.
"I'm ready, and excited, are you guys?" I ask the girls, sitting myself on my bed.
"Ready? No, excited? Fuck yeah!" Sam replies, applying on her mascara for the fifth time.
"I'm kind of nervous." Vera says, slouching.
"Is it because of Damiano?" I've learnt to read her better.
"This is like my first time going somewhere with him. What if it goes wrong? Maybe he'll get too interested in something rather than me and ditch me?" Vera says, groaning and tilting her head backwards.
"We'll, for your interest, we'll always be there if he ditches you. With a knife to his throat." Elena tells Vera happily, watching her fix the top of her dress.
"He won't ditch you when you're looking hot as hell like that. He won't keep his hands off of you." I wink at Vera and she smiles back.
We spend a couple more minutes in our rooms, making sure we double check we're all ready and have our things and then we leave the maid quarters.
When we're all out in the main hallway of the house, we notice a bunch of guards by the front door, with elegantly dressed people waiting just outside, the doors being open.
"Okay, I might be nervous too." Sam adds, taking a look at the crowd of people swarming the front of the house as we near the front doors.
"Right there with you." I tell her. I mean, we're just maids, and we're going to this important party, when we aren't even that important in the mafia. But we've got to relax and just enjoy our night.
As we reach outside, Vera leads us out to find Damiano and ask him what's happening and how we're getting to the tarmac. Vera told us we're taking the plane over to France, then driving over to the mansion the ball is held at.
Once we reach Damiano, he looks over at Vera and pulls her aside immediately, us following.
"What are you-"
"Listen to me, and listen to me good, Vera. Okay?" He says, holding onto her arm. What's going on?
"You'll be getting onto a different plane, leaving later than the one I'm getting on."
