Nyx 0.23 trained for 18 years. 18 Years of intensive combat training to become a soldier. She lost her only friend and love in the process and is determined to make her first mission her last.
Ares Armani grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and...
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09 - bad news
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My palms felt clammy and tight as I clenched and unclenched them on the ride to the gala.
Even the hysterical and hyper Nemesis was dead silent as if her mind was somewhere far beyond the restrictions of the blacked-out car.
I was fitted perfectly in an ankle-length satin black dress. The upper portion of the dress was corseted tightly to hug my waist and hips before leaving a high slit up to expose my thigh. There was a ruffle off the shoulder collar, leaving my collarbones and shoulders completely exposed, stopping a dangerous inch or two away from exposing my full nipple.
As chosen by the designers, the dress was paired with a thick gold necklace and circle hoops, even the black heels I wore had a gold chain around the ankle.
Nemesis's dress was immensely more simple, but her hair color made up for all the attention the dress might not get. Hers was equally beautiful, nevertheless. The dress was white satin and completely strapless but corseted as well so it hugged her waist and cascaded down to the floor. It pushed up her breasts quite well, leaving the cleavage noticeable but not too extra. She was given diamond jewelry that stood out wonderfully against her skin, gleaming every time the light hit it. Just like mine, there was a slit that went up dangerously high on her thigh.
Tyche was given dark red for her dress, rather than the usual pink her wardrobe contained. Hers was closer to mine with the off-the-shoulder fashion and slit on the thigh, but instead of there being a more ruffled design, her dress was silk and the folds fit all the places perfectly. She was also given diamond jewelry and a black heel.
We all had some sort of knife nuzzled away into our dresses, mostly just for self-defense as we weren't actually supposed to kill anyone, yet.
As much as the dresses were made to blend in with the crowd, the way the outfits were styled only beckoned attention. Perhaps this would be a good thing, especially when it came to getting the attention of Ares Armani himself.
The car ride continued on silently until we arrived in front of a large building that was mostly covered by the excess of untrimmed gardens and trees.
It looked so lowkey I thought we were at the wrong destination before we followed a long and secluded driveway around to the back, where all the magic resided.
