Mafia's Princess (Under Editing)

Chapter 34

Anastasia Rose

"Fucking hell!! The heck is this?" My voice echoed through the room while I cursed and exclaimed at the one piece dress I was holding in my hands currently.

The day of the party had arrived and it was planned to be held in the ballroom of the mansion.

Yeah the ballroom.. we freaking have a ballroom in the mansion.

I get to have a brief tour of the ballroom few days ago and it was already under decoration for the Anniversary Party.

The gigantic ballroom was nicely decorated with huge curtains draped all around the floor to ceiling windows. The ballroom had a warm touch to it. Everything was shining in golden and cream colour, the place decorated with multiple white and yellow lighting fixtures and fairy lights, giving the ballroom fairytale vibes. And to top that, a huge chandelier was hanging in the middle of the ceiling, the glow of its candles falling all over the ballroom.

I must say I was impressed by the look. The decorators had really done a nice job.

I had come to my room to get ready since it was finally the time for it, however, I got hijacked by the two idiots, unluckily my best friends, who insisted on getting me ready.

They kept giving each other weird looks, talking throw their eyes and that was getting on my nerves. Because I was curious now and curiosity kills the cat.

But cats have nine lives.. you won't die easily.

Shut up! I quietened my inner voice.

They came to my room holding two boxes, which they claimed were the Christmas presents I was meant to receive as a gift.

And that felt suspicious..

Guess my suspicions were correct because the freaking thing I was holding up made my head spin. The first box contained a dress. Well it's normal to wear a dress, although my wardrobe lacked the availability of dresses, but I still wore them sometimes.

Only the plain type though.

But the dress in my hands was anything but a dress. It looked as if  the tailor didn't have enough material to make it. It was anything but innocent.

And definitely not to my liking.

It was a black body-con dress—tight enough to cling to every curve—with thin straps resting delicately at the shoulders. The fabric flowed all the way down to my ankles, elegant and undeniably gorgeous.

That wasn't the issue. The issue.. well, the big issue was that it had a slit, a very dangerous, illegal slit. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the cut running all the way up past my mid-thigh.

I looked at the dress.

Then at them.

Then back at the dress again, as if maybe my eyes were exaggerating things.

Well, they weren't.

"What," I said again slowly, utterly appalled, "is this?"

The two traitors standing in front of me looked entirely too proud of themselves.

"A very beautiful dress that would make you look hella sexy and hot.." Isa gushed happily, replying to my question.

"No way in hell.. I'm not wearing this.. No chance. I'm not fond of such styles.." I frowned, physically and mentally exhausted already.

"Sometimes you have to change your style and taste for better.." wise Katerina said. (note the sarcasm)

"But I —" Isa cut me in between, "No ifs, no buts, one does not refuse his or her Christmas gift now do you??"