Falling [ 𝓚.𝓥 ]

"𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝"

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀:

The mansion itself wasn't completely different to the Astor Manor, large stair way and decorative vases with high ceilings and rich paintings. I glanced at Marina, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. I could only wish that everything would go well for her, she would be okay and her husband wouldn't be a dick. If she did what she was told, her marriage would end sooner than later, and if she didn't for whatever reason, it would be okay regardless. I never really questioned her father's decisions but when it came to this one, I couldn't hold back. There was a variety of ways it could've gone wrong and yet, Mr Astor was willing to take that risk.
We followed Felicia and Sergio Romero to the drawing room, where multiple boxes were sat. There were boxes from Dior, Cartier, Vivienne Westwood, Alexander McQueen, Chanel and many other rich brands. I could only assume it was for her wedding outfit. I looked from the corner of my eye to find Marina looking rather confused. She immediately lifted her head when Felicia began to speak.
"The men will leave the room to us women- myself, Miss Astor and the maids. We will fit on your dress and accessories while the men can go and share a bottle of whisky" she announced.
I stopped leaning on the wall and put out my cigarette, before allowing Mr Romero and Fransisco to leave first. Before I left the room, I gave Marina a small nod as a token of reassurance, unaware of how much assurance it would actually bring. I left the room to join the other men, and carefully shut the door on my way out, immediately hearing Felicia's loud voice as she began to speak with Marina. It was clear she didn't like her, and so I could only give my sympathy to Marina.

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓥𝓲𝓮𝔀:

The door was quietly shut by Alexander, and Felicia Romero clapped her hands together, while smiling. I awkwardly stood in the room, being surrounded by several maids and Felicia infront of me.
"Undress" she ordered.
I slightly flushed, and looked at her, before obeying. I hesitantly undid my heels while a maid unzipped the back of my dress. Maids were removing my rings one by one on each arm before finally removing my gloves. Before I knew it, I was stood in nothing but my under garments, infront of my soon to be mother in law. She stared at me from top to bottom, before gesturing for a maid to come over with a measuring tape in hand.
"Lift your arms, girl" she said, with visible impatience.
I lifted my arms, and a maid quickly rushed over to me and began to measure my body. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, my measurements were being taken everywhere, and I was being watched. She went from my waist, my legs and even my breastst. Soon enough, she was done and put the measuring tape away.
"34-25-35 miss" the maid said awkwardly to Felicia.
Felicia kissed her teeth in annoyance.
"Are you pure, girl?" She questioned, as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Sorry?" I asked, in utter confusion. Why would this be relevant? I thought.
"Well?" Felicia slightly raised her voice.
I took a deep breath, and replied.
"No".
"My son won't like that" she muttered, as though I gave a single care in the world what her son wanted.
"Espiranza, bring out the Dior dress" she ordered.
A maid with wispy black hair rushed over to the pile of boxes, before fishing out a quill gray box with the word "Dior" in gold. The maids unboxed the gown, and began to help me put it on. Once it was on, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was lovely, it was simple with the egg white satin folded in various of ways. But it didn't make me feel like a princess, it was beautiful but it wasn't the dress.
"I think it suits your complexion" Felicia said, with an unreadable expression.
"Do you like it?" She asked, as if there was a right answer just because she liked it.
My heart raced, but I decided to remain truthful to myself, so I shook my head.
Her face suddenly turned into a frown, and muttered under her breath,
"Fransisco doesn't like little girls who are picky".
It quite much pissed me off, because I didn't care what her son liked.