In love with his own killer

XXVII

Chapter 28
Treasure's POV:

It was the next day, mid afternoon. I haven't heard from Elijah since last night after he told me about the mission he wants me to do. I still don't know what the mission is, where I'm going, or what I'm supposed to do.

I do know what I'm supposed to wear though. Dana, the maid from yesterday, delivered a dress to my room saying that Elijah told me to wear it. It was a black satin dress with a slit on the side. I'd have to wait til I put it on to really see how it looks.

A part of me wants to say fuck him and the dress but I don't have any other dress to wear so I'm only gonna listen to him for now.

Not only did Dana deliver a dress but she also brought in a box that had some simple but cute black heels.

I wonder where I'm going to need to dress this good? Either or I can already tell it's gonna be a long night.

*hours later

I'm going to kill myself. I'm not usually this bad when it comes to not using my phone but when you're in a big ass house, not knowing where anything is, with minimum people to talk to, a person could go crazy.

For hours I went outside to the balcony where Elijah brought me, outside to the garden/pool, helped Dana in the kitchen where she continuously told me to go do something else and let her do all the work but I don't think she understands that I have nothing to do or anywhere else to go.

This place is like a goddamn castle where there's a west wing and south wing. Shit mind as well tell me to go north and fucking east.

Then don't get me started on the men in here. It's rather they ignore me like I'm a ghost. But I don't want to speak with them anyways because they're all daddies boys, snitches. I could do one thing and Elijah will know within two minutes.

I managed to just stay in the living room where one of the maids brought me to and watched Netflix until I eventually fell asleep.

"Miss." Someone shook me. I opened my eyes to see Dana hovering over me. "It's time to get ready." I looked at the window to see that the sun was setting and started to get dark out.

I followed her from the couch in the living room to upstairs to my room.

I left her to take a quick shower while she got everything ready. Her words. I have no clue what everything ready meant when I thought I just slipped on the dress and heels.

In the process of showering I decided to wash my hair so my curls could pop out more. Trust it was needed.

If we're going to a fancy place the least I could do is show up looking nice.

I walked out the shower going to the room with a towel wrapped around me finding the dress on a tool that's holding it up while Dana steamed it. So this is what she meant about getting everything done.

"Do you do this for all his clothes?" I said as a joke.

"No, he has his Personal stylist who does it for him." Oh.

"He has a stylist?"

"I wouldn't say a stylist because I'm pretty sure he picks out his own clothes, just a person that's in charge of his clothes, whether it's steamed, made, fixed or any problem." Good to know.

"Now come on, he might be here at any moment." I sat on the chair in front of the vanity that's placed on the side of the room. Placed on the vanity were makeup that was my color. "How does he-" I stopped talking. Thinking to myself why wouldn't he know that. He's a creep. Not only a psychopath but in order to be a psycho you'd have to be a creep in order to complete the look so it makes perfect sense.