𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 by A.P.Mary

9.

I don't know if it's because of July or him, but I'm definitely sweating.

"Mave?" I turn around after taking an internal deep breath, hoping he didn't hear it. He has behind him three other guys whose eyes were rambling around, and remembering the picture he gave me, those are his brothers: Iuliano, if I'm not mistaken, then the other is something similar to Emma and the other one I forgot. Memory isn't my forte, but at least I'm surprised I remembered that those who accompanied him were his brothers. They all look absolutely different from one another, but their energy matched.

"Gabriele, I didn't see you here." No shit Sherlock; he just arrived.

"Yes, we just arrived; you look rather ravishing " bless Blaise's triggering sense of fashion. I somehow believed his words, to my great surprise. My dress is indeed stunning; the green and my new short hair made me look like a grown up version of Pansy Parkinson, but indeed, I feel pretty. The only worry is the possibility of running in it, but like Blaise said to me, "If you die tonight, you better look hot doing it," and I couldn't agree more.

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"Take down that shirt and those pants immediately; you ain't coming to our prom party dressed like a rat." I wanted to kill him, but somehow my common sense blocked the urge. I waited for him to pick something from my closet, but since my dresses weren't good enough, he moved to my sister's closet, where, after some minutes of pure agony and fighting, she lent him a green dress.

"I fought for it; dress up and shut that feisty mouth," he said, as if it were my fault he almost had his ear amputated. I wear the dress and hurry to our car

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"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself" I scream over the music to make myself heard from him.

He introduces me to his brothers, to which the one with green eyes and a ponytail smirked at me, winking as we shook hands. The blonde guy with black rectangular eyeglasses looks like he's the older one, and from what I've seen, the wiser one. The last one has curly ashy hair with green eyes, and from what I understood, he's the ponytail guy's twin, which he did not look like at all. He had soft features and a very pointy nose, and his twin had more firm features. Describe them because you've forgotten their names two times already. Good job, Maverine.

"Sorry to disturb you, but where are the drinks?" As the music intensity increased, the blonde brother questioned me, slightly yelling, to which the loud noises limited the chance of communicating normally. I understood after he repeated the same question three times, and I point to Nisha's stand of drinks she serves.

"You see that girl? the one with braids and a black dress? She's in charge of the drinks" He thanks me and goes towards Nisha, to which she is very pleased to help out with the drinks. I suddenly hear my headphone, letting an impatient voice sing into my eardrums, recognizing Blaise's voice.

"Hot guys have entered." I smile as I look over at him, to which he responds by raising his eyebrows. I move my eyes in his sister's direction, and as Iuliano distances himself a bit, she presses the button of her headphone to laugh in it and say:

"Oh, I knew." I hear. I giggle as I saw her 'helping' the poor guy by talking to him abruptly now that he had returned to her. Gabriele and his brothers left to see the girls they knew on the other side of the square, and I got left alone in the middle of it, one hand holding my drink and the other one my hopes, of which the second seemed oddly empty. 

The music contributed to the agitation phase I'm currently entering, with hyper energetic songs taking over the atmosphere. Sometimes I remember our mission between one song and another, and seeing Nisha still talking to the guy, other than increasing my internal jealousy, increased my worry of not getting murdered to a techno song.