Midnight [ONGOING]

March 5th, 1:58 pm

Him | Her | Others

"He-"

"Hi."

"Baby? Is everything okay?"

"I uh- I need help."

"What's wrong?"

"My father is hosting a high end party tonight. Kinda similar to a grand ball."

"A party? What for?"

"He's going to announce the wedding tonight, consider it like an engagement party- minus the exchange of rings. I found mine in an envelope along with the invitation for the party by my bedside just a couple of hours ago."

"Oh, sh*t."

"Sh*t indeed."

"You didn't get the chance to talk to the guy?"

"I haven't met him yet?"

"Do you know who he is, at least?"

"Yeah. I searched for his file. My father likes to keep a physical record of everything in his study."

"And?"

"I found his entire bio data."

"What did you find out?"

"His name's Antonio Fransisco Cappola, age twenty four, that's like seven years older than me."

"Right."

"And he has some roots in the Italian Mafia through his mother."

"Do you think he'll-"

"Hear me out? Give me an out? Let me get away?"

"Yeah."

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm afraid to find out."

"Wh- what if-"

"He's an eye candy though."

"I'm sorry?"

"He is very much gifted in the looks department."

"Cool."

"Wanna see him?"

"No, thank you."

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