Betrayed

☾Chapter Fourteen☽

Vladimira's P.O.V

"Holy shit!" I gasp.

Nadia, my stylist, backs away from me in surprise as I stumble back from the vanity, my hands covering my stomach.

The door to my room bursts open to reveal my father's worried face.

"Vladimira, what's wrong?"

I shake my head as the small fluttering feeling once again overcomes me.

Is my child moving? Or is that indigestion?

My question is answered when the feeling of movement once again resides from inside me.

I release a joyful sob. "I t-think the baby is moving!" I cry.

Nadia relaxes, glad that nothing is wrong with me.

"You think the baby is moving?" My father asks, his eyes staring into mine.

I nod before taking one of his hands into mine and placing it on my stomach.

It takes a moment but another movement, much lighter this time, meets his hand.

A shocked expression covers my father's face, his hand slowly drawing back from my stomach.

"Well I'll be damned," He laughs. I can't help but laugh with him.

Nadia smiles. "Since you're both in the room, you might as well see the dress that I designed just for you, Luna," She says as she moves towards a black clothing bag.

I intwine arms with my father before pulling him to the bed.

Nadia unzips the bag and pulls the dress out so I can see it.

"Took me three weeks but here it is!" She pauses, "please tell me you like it," Nadia pleads.

I laugh again as I nod. "I love it."

My father nods his head also, agreeing with my judgement.

"You're going to look beautiful on the dance floor tonight," He compliments.

I scoff, my hand rubbing my stomach that has noticeably grown over the past three weeks.

"If I can even keep my balance to dance, Father. My gravity is so off centered that I trip on flat ground," I complain.

A small smirk graces my father's face. "I'll keep you balanced," He teases.

I roll my eyes before shooing him out the room, once he's gone, I turn to Nadia.

"The Annual Ball starts in five hours, I'm all yours to pinch and poke with mascara brushes and eyeliner."

Nadia points towards the chair in front of the vanity. "Let's get started then."

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My make-up is simple.

Light eyeshadow that makes my dark blue eyes pop, eyeliner, light blush and a bit of pink lipgloss.

Nadia had curled my hair to perfection, which took the longest to accomplish, before braiding some of the hair at the top and letting the rest flow free.

"Time for your dress," Nadia squeals.

Smiling, I pick up the dress and examine it.

According to Nadia, black is my best option since it makes my form look smaller and conceals my baby bump.

"Do you need help?" Nadia gestures to my stomach.

I smile at her. "No, I'm not completely immobile yet."