𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

17: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

"Well hello, sleeping beauty!" I tear my eyes open as someone walks into the room. I run a hand down my face and groan at the person who woke me up. "It's 3 in the afternoon and I need to make your dress, beauty!"

Then I remembered that Damien had told me someone was coming in to get a dress made for me. I quickly got out of bed and tied my hair into a bun. "Ciao."

"Mi chiamo Caterina e farò il tuo vestito" A woman with brown eyes stared at me with a smile. She then began taking her tape measures out. "Devi toglierti i vestiti, bella"

( My name is Caterina and I'll be making your dress | You need to take off your clothes, beautiful)

I begin removing my sweater, followed by the sweatpants and socks I have on. Soon, I was standing with only my bra and underwear in front of a woman I'd never seen in my life. "Posso tenerli ad unisco?" I point to the two pieces of clothing I have on the left.

(Can I keep these on?)

She laughs, "of course, you can sweetheart. Elena also asked me if I wanted a slit or not. Some of the bridesmaids have a slit." She questions, wrapping the cold tape around my body.

"I'll go with the slit, Grazie." She nods in understanding and tilts my chin up for me. A little while later she puts everything back into her box.

"I'll be coming bright and early tomorrow to give you your dress. Buona giornata, ciao." Caterina smiles and heads out the door as fast as she came in. I go to put on my clothes but I get a notification on my phone.

Jonathan: Tomorrow by the lake at the hall. I have something for you.

You: I don't want one of your filthy necklaces Jonathan. You have a girlfriend.

I forget to put on my clothes and sit down on my bed. A couple of minutes later I get another message.

Jonathan: Just let me explain, and it's not a necklace. Please give me a chance.

I groan in frustration and quickly find a reply to shut him up.

You: I'm going to give you two minutes. Waste my time, and you're dead.

Jonathan: You can't kill me, sweetheart.

I internally gag and put my phone away, walking into my drawer to get my clothes. As I began searching the door opened to Damien holding a pair of heels.

"Elena told me to give-" his gaze immediately averts to my body and his eyes widened. My eyebrow tweaks up when he starts to stumble on his words.

I'm literally in a bra and underwear so it wasn't a big deal to me. It's like I'm wearing a swimsuit. "What were you saying?" I ask, throwing my sweater back on.

His eyes meet mine and I walk over to him, grabbing the red bottom heels from his hands and placing them on the bench in front of my bed. I cross my arms, "someone needs to teach you how to knock. This is the second time." I mutter the last part and push him out the door, "get lost."

He doesn't say a single thing and walks out of the room. I decided on going back to sleep since somehow I'm still tired. I draw the covers on my body and let the darkness consume me.

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I woke up to many emails sent to me by Charles. I decided to get dressed and check them all downstairs, also taking a little tour of the area.

Searching through the closet, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a halter top, I also grabbed my reading glasses and slid the thick-black frames onto my face. With my laptop in my hand, I began walking down the stairs.

I settled down on the couch and draped the curtains down so the entire living space would be dark. For background noise, I put on one of my favourite movies as a child, Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Specifically the one with Rodrick.

After a minute of scrolling through my files and glancing at the movie a few times, someone sits next to me on the couch. I look over to see Damien, Mango is sitting on his lap with a ball in her mouth.

I quickly put my laptop aside and pull the heavy dog onto my lap, "hey Mango, how are you?" I run my fingers behind her ear as she snuggles into my lap.

Damien turns to me, fiddling with the remote in his hand. "You know she can't reply right? There is no point in asking her all these questions." He gives me a sly smile.

"Shut up," I muttered then realized that he was taking off the movie I was watching. I quickly leaned over and grabbed the remote from him, "I'm watching that you fucktard."

He rolls his eyes and turns to me in surprise, "I didn't know you have glasses." He quickly looks at the movie we're watching. "Are you five years old?"

"Erm, these are reading glasses and Diary of a Wimpy kid is a good movie. I've loved Rodrick since I was six." I correct him, neatly petting Mango on my lap.

He pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue, his legs casually spreading, inches away from mine. "Yeah?"

"He's the only reason why I watch diary of a wimpy kid. I used to watch it with my father all the time." I murmured the last part and put Mango on the floor to play, watching as she runs outside immediately.

He sighs, "I never got to watch all these American movies in France. I also went to some corps d'elite school so we never got the time to do anything." The French accent rolled off his tongue and I resisted the urge to close my eyes at the sound, loving the way French sounded on his lips.

My eyes widened, "you've never watched this?" I adjust the glasses on my face and click the unpause button, "Damien, I hope you don't have plans tonight because I have a list of movies you need to watch."

He laughs in return. "Trust me I don't, show me the best of the best." I see a glint of amusement across his features as he looks into my eyes. I try to hide the smile forming on my face but my delight wins.

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