Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
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Violet Rose:
"No, that one makes your hips look really wide." Michelangelo shakes his head after I've tried the hundredth wedding dress. This man is so picky.
The paper and pen are still hidden in my dressing room, but I don't know what to do. It's impossible for me to write something down with so many people guarding me. ED 485KC Remember that.
"Well, what about this one?" the nice lady, who I now know is called Mariana, holds up a skin tight white dress with lots of lace in her hands. Michelangelo only shrugs waving at her to hand it over to me. Asshole.
I walk inside the dressing room and look at myself in the big mirror. I hate myself for not eating, even if now it's not my fault I should've listened to Logan. Just like I should've listened to him that night at the ball, then I wouldn't be here fighting for my life.
I look at the empty paper and the blue pen thinking of how to pull this through, when an idea pops into my mind. As quiet as possible I write down the letters and numbers of the number plate.
ED... 4... 85...
Dammit what was it?
ED485... oh right. ED485KC
Once I'm done, I don't sign the letter in case something goes wrong and fold it. "Can you hurry up?" Michelangelo's voice interrupts me and I quickly slip out of the wedding dress and into the other. How is this supposed to work?
Done with getting changed, I grab the pen and put the cap in between my lips, thinking. Come on Violet, you know where he lives, you know his address.
Oxford... no. I need his damn street.
1170... Pedro Street... oh my god that's it!
Quickly I write that down, along with the address of the boys' house and fold the letter once more. Now how does this somehow reach them? "Miss is something wrong with the dress, do you need some help?" oh yeah. Mariana.
"Uh yeah, could you please come in and uh- help me." I stutter, surprised how my voice isn't gone due to all the screaming and crying. Soon after Mariana walks in and warmly smiles at me. "So basically..." I start putting the letter in her hands and she looks at me, her eyebrows furrow.
Please help me I mouth to her and she seems to catch on and clearing her throat. "Oh uh yeah, of course, let me fix that." she says, referring to my dress problem.
Her eyes are wide as she hides the paper in her bra as I thankfully nod at her. "You guys done?" Michelangelo hurries us annoyed and we both walk out, me trying to hide a smile. Everything's going to be alright, just believe in yourself Violet.
