Only you

2~Lorenzo

◇Sophia◇

I sighed at the fact this was the fifth dress I had tried on so far. Yet none of them pleased my mamma. 

My mamma blamed me and said that if I went out with her to pick a dress we wouldn't be stuck here picking a dress but I protested. 

I didn't want to go buy a dress just so I could show it off to a man that I was about to be given off to and he clearly wouldn't give a fuck anyways. 

Besides I had so many dresses for occasions like this and they were all going to be left here but of course being rich pretty much most of the clothes in my closet had only been worn once.

One of the designers, that was privately hired for our family only, came out of the closet and handed me a  light grey satin off the shoulder dress. 

It didn't look that bad but let's hope mamma likes it. I headed into the closet to change one more time and I put the dress on. 

Glancing at myself in the full length mirror I loved how I looked in this dress. I didn't even know I owned this dress but I felt contempt with my appearance overall. 

The dress had a nice long slit going on the right side showing off my tan legs. I wasn't that tall but I wasn't that short either so some nice pairs of heels would match the outfits look and give me a little boost.





My hair was yet to be done and we had to be done in an hour. I walked out of the closet and saw my mothers eyes widen at the sight. 

I didn't know if she found it nice or hated it and was trying to figure out what she thought. My mother was never really that close to me but she did help me in situations like this because I was my parents only child after all.

I turned to see all the assistants mouth were wide open as well. "Perfect!" my mother squealed. I could see all the people let out a sigh in relief because my mother had made them work so hard to just find a perfect dress.

My father would have been really mad if I didn't attract Lorenzo so my mother decided to help me because if it was up to me I wouldn't feel comfortable showing this much skin off to a man I never been around before. 

The hair stylists decided to leave my hair open and just curled the ends. I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt a surge of confidence rush in me. 

My fathers booming voice called us from downstairs "Hurry Up!" I turned to my mother and she gave me a tight lipped smile. 

I made my way downstairs and my mother followed pursuit with my father standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

The sound of my heels clicking on the stairs caused his head to snap towards me. His eyes roamed my body making me feel uncomfortable under his gaze. 

"You better impress him" my father snarled. I kept my gaze down not wanting to look rude or meet his eyes because I know what the consequences for it was. 

My father opened the front door and a slight breeze brushed past my naked arms and my leg that was exposed causing me to shiver. I grabbed a coat to keep me warm until I got there and my mother came rushing to me and snatched it off of me. 

"You don't need this stupid girl" she scolded me. "How is he meant to get attracted to you if you cover yourself up?" she asked me as if it was the most stupidest thing ever. 

I sighed and just accepted what she said because in the Mafia world all they ever wanted you for was your body and I was foolish to ever think or even hope that I would receive the love in books.