In this world, everyone has the one thing keeping them on their feet, up alive. She was his one and only source of light, source of sanity. Whatever happened to her, his world would come crashing down. Whoever touched or hurt her, he wouldn't hesita...
I sat in the tub with warm water and vanilla scented soap around me. My head rested back against the edge of the bath, my eyes closed, refusing to open. All of this was happening too fast, my brain couldn't comprehend and wrap around the fact that I was getting married to a man I'd never even met, and marrying into the most dangerous family in Italy. Opening my eyes as I stared at the end of the tub, the bubbles floating up before sticking themselves up onto the wet shower wall.
Immediately ending the peaceful silence, the bathroom door flew open. Damien and Diego walked in, ignoring the state I was in. " You almost done?" Damien asked leaning against the wall. " There's a thing called knocking," I said, thanking the soap as it wavered up to my chest. " And there's a thing called we don't care," Diego said back. I glared at him, " can I just have five more minutes without you two breathing down my neck, please?" I asked in annoyance. Damien chuckled, " can you at least get me a towel?" I asked. Grabbing a towel off the rack, Diego walked back to the tub.
Grinning as he closed his eyes, Diego handed me my towel. I shot Damien a look, waiting for him to do the same. Sighing, I stood up from the tub, grabbing the towel before wrapping it around my body. " When are we leaving?" I asked. " In two hours," Diego answered. I frowned, " then why are we getting ready now?" " Because of how your room looks like," Damien said. Stepping out of the tub, I walked last Diego right as he opened his eyes. " Your dress is in your closet," Damien said opening his eyes. Wringing out my hair into the sink, I turned to Damien, " where are the others?" " Dante and everyone else are working out," Damien informed me. " Why aren't you guys with them?" I asked. " Babysitting duty," Diego teased.
I looked at him as he chuckled, " you ready?" Damien asked. Walking past Dante as I ignored his comment, I opened the bathroom door. Gal sing softly, I stopped as my eyes took in the chaotic distress that was happening. " About thirty men and women worked around, makeup and about everything hair tool ever created sat at my desk. " Every girl's dream, huh?" Damien sighed folding his arms. I scoffed as a women in all black, a low slicked back bun, and bright red lipstick approached me. " Evangeline?" She asked me in a sharp Italian accent. " Yeah," I simply said. The women nodded, " great, we don't have much time, so please follow me."
Changing into a light pink robe, I sat down at my desk in front of a huge mirror that wasn't on my desk before. About five women suddenly surrounded me, each holding a different hair tool. Inhaling deeply, I sat back as both men and women surrounded me, beginning my look for tonight's dinner event.
- - - I stood in front of the body length mirror, completely frozen. I could barely recognize the person looking back at me. Breathing was impossible, the feeling of a rock stuck in my throat sent a dizzy feeling throughout my body. A smokey eye look colored my eyelids, accenting them. Every pore in my face had vanished, my lips we're covered in a glimmer lipgloss. A black, glittery,tight, strapless, bodycon, floor length, sweetheart shaped dress canvases my body. A slit slithered up my left leg, ending a few inches above my knee. Two thick straps slid across the back of my back, exposing some skin.
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