Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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As much as I want to listen to Harlow about suppressing my worrying and stress about today - I can't help but feel overly stressed and worried about how tonight's going to go. I don't have the biggest part in tonight, but I also have the kind where I'm an easy target for all the men in that club. The only relief I get about that is that there'll be guards in the area, disguised as normal men at the club.
But that's not the only thing I'm worried about now. Not that I wasn't worried about this before, but now I just feel a lot more worried after last night's events.
That worry is coming from the idea that tonight might not go perfectly well for Harlow. To elaborate on that: something she doesn't expect could happen. Of course, she's probably thought of multiple possibilities on where this could all go wrong, but what if there's something she didn't think of?
But the main reason for my worries is Harlow herself. My mind has been spiralling with thoughts all morning about Harlow and her safety. What if something happens to her? What if she gets hurt? Or worse - no, no I can't think of anything worse. That'll worry me even more and I'll completely lose myself tonight and I can't let that happen.
I don't underestimate her. Harlow? I could never underestimate her. She's capable of more than the majority of the population, I'm quite sure. But there's always something that could threaten her safety, especially on this night.
I shake my head free from worry once a knock sounds on my bedroom door.
Harlow did tell me I should expect a couple of girls at the door today, though I was weary about her telling me they were coming to the bedroom.
Harlow's bedroom, which I'm sure is known as that by everyone here. It would look extremely suspicious to people if they saw me, a maid, sharing rooms with a woman who doesn't like to do such a thing. Harlow likes her private space, but sleeping in the same bed as her was almost - comforting. Like I was safe and sound. Plus, I slept really well, better than usual, which was strange considering I slept next to a mafia boss.
A mafia boss who's now my girlfriend, I should add. That is still swirling around my thoughts.
Shoot, the door.
"Yes?" I shout, picking myself out of the bathroom and scurrying over to the bedroom door.
Once I fling it open quickly, I find Teresa, the woman I vaguely met in the car on the way to the runway before flying to Italy.
"Elodie? I was sent to do your hair for tonight." Teresa smiles at me, though I don't pursue the same expression. Mine is a little shocked and anxious, definitely not her confident one.
"You are supposed to be getting your hair done today, yes?" She asks, and I nod quickly, dropping myself back into reality and shutting out by overwhelming thoughts.
