𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

9.

According to the invitation received at the mansion - intended for only 4 people - the dress code for the winter ball is formal with a winter color palette: navy blue, black, white, ruby ​​red, purple wine, champagne and light and dark gray.

Something in me didn't understand how two families could be rivals and still be invited to events. "Discussing bureaucracies to mitigate the rivalry" said Amo at today's meeting, clarifying that Evans has been trying to create a partnership with the Italian mafia for several years in order to invest in a new hospital in London.

The problem is: the last time they created a partnership whith him, Evans stole a total of two million dollars from them and he thinks that until today nobody noticed. In other words, the bureaucracy discussion will take place in a room with weapons and death threats.

My belly growled and a pinch of pain felt in my stomach, I picked up my water bottle and took several sips. 

This is not hunger, just thirst. 

In the last few days I was unable to keep anything solid in my stomach, I avoided eating for several hours at a time, but during the night a urgent desire to eat specific foods - such as cakes, chips, ice cream, etc - beat me. 

The amount of food I ate became a burden on my mind and the guilt forced me to vomit everything after these episodes. Victor's words wouldn't leave my mind and I wanted to look pretty for today, "You'll never find a man if you keep eating like a pig" my mother usually said several times.

I looked around and my closet was a mess, I had nothing to wear. The color palette wasn't the best but, according to Romeo, the dark tones contrast with my skin tone and I should wear an outfit dedicated to one of those dark tones, making me stand out.

"Not black" all men will be in black or blue suit and I need to stand out. Red ruby ​​and white is what most women will choose. 

Leaving me with the shades of gray, purple and champagne. I do have a lot of champagne and golden accessories. 

And I do have a beautiful pair of Yves Saint Laurent long earrings with the brand's logo attached to the ear and a simple string to fall. 

Oh, and I do have a champagne/white tone YSL clutch. I go to the accessories closet and take out my earrings and purse. 

My eyes stop on a beautiful golden curb YSL chain necklace. 

I didn't buy it. How did you end up here? 

Maybe they bought this along with the rest of the accessories and clothes Nicola's men bought. 

Whatever, I'll use it anyway.

I pull out a set of gold rings and pick up the one with the amethyst in the center of it. Abuela, te extraño. That was the ring she wore every day and that she gave me when I turned 18, weeks before she passed away. 

A light popped into my head, how didn't I remember? 

I go to another closet and pull out the long satin wine purple dress. Does it still fit me? I put it on and, although it was a little tighter than it was, it accentuated my curves in just the right place. 

The small neckline made my chest stand out and the thin straps were crossed over the large V-neck in the back,  what made my ass protrude from my body. I chose some YVS black and golden heels that would eventually show through the big slit over my left leg and 

I made little waves in my hair and put on a simple makeup, a smoky eyeliner and a dark nude lipstick from dior. 

Looking at myself in the closet mirror, I felt an anxiety feeling in my stomach. I look so beautiful. If my mother were here, she would ruined this feeling in seconds. But she's not Serena.