𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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While looking at the mirror, I straightened down my dress and sighed.
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I was wearing a knee-length white dress with small strawberries on it. I thought I was looking great until I looked at my arms and legs.
They were scattered in scars.
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺.
I quickly shaked my head to not think of the scars but the voices in my head made it hard.
So I ended up covering them with a lot of foundation but it was worth it. I finally looked presentable. I guess.
I brushed my hair and sat on the couch, patiently waiting for Elliot. He said he will pick me up despite my protests.
I was reading a book when suddenly my phone rang.
I saw it was Elliot and picked it up.
"Hey tesoro. I'm outside your apartment. Come whenever you are ready, I will be waiting."
"Okay." I said, before hanging up.
When I got down, I saw Elliot leaning beside his car.
He was wearing a long trench coat over a black turtleneck and dress pants. His shoes were polished, just like the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrists. It matched the silver rings on his fingers, contrasting well with his pale skin.
I walked up to him as he looked up. He scanned me from head to toe, making me slightly uneasy. So I greeted him first.
"Hi Elliot."
"Hello tesoro. You look beautiful."
I wonder what tesoro means.
The tip of my ears turned red since I'm not used to getting compliments.
"T-thank you. You look great too."
"Thank you, love. Let's go then, yeah?" I nodded but still didn't know where we were going so I asked him, "Where are we going?"
