The Moon And The Stars

CHAPTER 4

"Oh shit" Ophelia says, stuffing her face with an éclair, her eyes widening as I tell her about the past few days.

"I know it's stupid. So now I might be getting married,"

She chokes on her éclair at my words, "I need lemonade," she gasps, banging her chest with a fist. I hand her a glass and she gulps it down.

"Are you sure your dad will go through with it?" she asks, her eyes brimming with sympathy.

I nod and she climbs next to me on my bed and hugs me tightly, "And everyone thinks I'm just being dramatic and stubborn, but I'm not," I say earnestly,

Ophelia kisses my forehead, "I know baby," she murmurs,

"I can't get married. I can't be tied down to some stranger. If I become a mafia wife my entire life is over, I'm going to have to birth like seven children and be a stay-at-home wife whilst my husband is out cheating on me. I need my chance of freedom and actually do something with my life, I need to achieve something so people know I'm not just some spoiled daddy's girl who uses daddy's money for everything," I desperately blabber out,

Ophelia sighs, "You don't have to defend yourself to me Addy,"

"I know, I just don't things to get bad again," I whisper

I feel her body freeze and she hugs me tighter, "They won't I promise," she says sternly, "They're not going to get bad again, I won't let them,"

She suddenly jumps out of my bed and puts her hands on her hips. "There's nothing we can do to change this situation and that sucks but that's ok," she tells me, I nod and she continues "Any man would be lucky as hell to marry you, and you're going to make marriage your bitch."

I blink my eyes at her. "It's the annual Ball in like two nights, so we're going dress shopping and we're going to get you the hottest most gorgeous fucking dress in existence so that he knows how lucky he is to marry you," she finally finishes her speech.

"You're right," I sigh, "I can't change anything but I'm not going to mope around and be sulky about it," I say, trying to convince myself

I squeal as Ophelia pulls me up from my bed, "We're going dress shopping," she says, giving me a peck on the cheek; she links our arms and together we walk out of my room.

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It's been almost 3 hours and we're still walking around the Mall. We've both bought our dresses for the Ball and now we're getting accessories.

Ophelia squeals as she sees a shoe store and she pulls me inside. We start looking around and I feel someone bump into me.

"Merda" [shit] I hear the voice curse. I turn around to meet a woman probably around my own age. She has silky black hair and the most startling grey eyes I've ever seen. She has tattoos littered over her body and she offers me a smile,

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bump into you, I fell over a bag some jackass left on the floor," she says, rolling her eyes

I laugh at her, "No worries, I've done that a few times in here,"

"Ok which heels?" I hear Ophelia's voice behind me, "Because the black ones go with my dress, but then that might be too much black so I'm thinking a lighter colour but then that might not go with my dress," she looks at me with worried eyes and shoves the heels in my face.

"The black ones, definitely," the random girl says, "black shoes always go with a black dress,"

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Ophelia says excitedly, "I'm Ophelia by the way," she offers the girl a warm smile,