Selena

48 | Reunited

SELENA M. ANDERSON

"Doesn't Mommy look so pretty, Soso?"

"The prettiest." 

Soph curls the ends of my hair as Felicity lays in the middle of my bed kicking her legs up in the air.

It's uncanny how alike they look. Brown curls, brown eyes, tan skin, and dimples. 

Meanwhile, Angelo was my spitting image. 

He is currently somewhere around the house helping Weston and Ollie get ready. I can hear the three of them talking loudly downstairs. 

Ollie is short for Oliver. 

Laurier's third-in-command and someone I now trust. I met him right after I agreed to join Weston. They grew up together and at first it reminded me so much of Adam and Rossi's relationship. But their friendship is entirely different.

Ollie is the strong and silent type. 'Tall, dark, and handsome' is how Soph describes him. Both her and Felicity have a crush on him.

When we first met, I actually hated how quiet he was. He wouldn't say a word. 

Just watch and observe. 

It was creepy. So creepy that it put me off. 

I always felt on guard around him and I don't know when that disappeared. The more I knew him, the more I opened up to him. He would talk a little more or he would laugh sometimes.

He was always there. 

This trust that came from nowhere in particular just gradually grew on me. 

Like blue cheese mold.

Sophia breaks me out of my memories with a reminder about her plans tonight "Me and the twinnies are going to Westie's so when Ollie comes over, they'll be all tucked in."

"Sounds great," I mutter and look over myself in the mirror again. Felicity is wearing a pink princess gown and is twirling around beside me in the mirror. 

"Can I get makeup too, Soso?" She asks Sophia, watching her do mine. 

"But your so cute already," Sophia leans down and pinches Felicity's chubby cheeks. "Your mommy actually needs the help." I roll my eyes and grab the mascara from her hands to coat my lashes. 

"Mommy is always pretty." Felicity pouts and Soph finally concedes. Five seconds later, my daughters eyelids are covered with glittery pink eyeshadow. 

I finish strapping up my shoes and pick up my little baby. "Okay, time to go princess."

My heels click against the steps and the talking stops as soon as we reach the entry way. 

"Don't I look so pretty, Ollie?" Felicity rubs her the stray curls escaping her pigtails out of her eyes. 

I take that as my cue to roll my eyes and so does Angelo. Weston's dark blonde hair is slicked back. Ollie has his braids redone in a way that lead away from his face. They are wearing tuxedos with black bowties.

Even my baby Angelo. 

He runs into my arms while Felicity squirms out of them and towards Ollie and Weston. I almost want to glare at them for taking all her attention, but she's easily distracted. 

Sophia gushes over Angelo's tux and Felicity's dress, until Ollie interrupts them. 

"Car's here." 

I kiss the twins goodnight and follow out the guys to the backseat of our car for the night. The windows are tinted black and it's fully stocked with drinks which Weston doesn't hesitate to get into. 

"Champagne?"

I shake my head and I see a flute extended towards me anyways.

"Sparkling water." Ollie nods and I accept it. 

Ollie's parents were alcoholics and drug addicts too. It's weird to think we're similar in that way.

"Cheers to me I guess," Weston snarks and clinks his champagne filled flutes together before downing both. I roll my eyes and pick at my nails.

"What's the game plan for tonight?" 

"I definitely won't be getting any unless you or Ollie wants to let me have a go at you. But either of you might be more dangerous than our entire guest list." 

"I meant the plan for the gala, asshole." 

Ollie snickers and Weston raises the whole champagne bottle to my words before gulping down half of its contents. 

Before I can ask what the reason for his heavy drinking was tonight, I see a sparkling diamond ring hanging on the end of his pinky finger. 

"Thanks, but I didn't get you anything." I smile at him and glance warily at the ring. 

"Just roll with it for the night, alright?" 

I don't know how to respond. 

I've seen that ring before. In the photos hidden in the backs of drawers in Weston's apartment. 

I glance over at Ollie and he just nods with a straight face. Reluctantly, I take the ring and put in on the ring finger of my left hand. Somehow it fits perfectly.

"Is this Anna's ring?"

Weston just stares at it as if he doesn't hear me.

"I don't want to–"

Weston grins at me, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You have to. It's so everyone knows you're with me, even after the big entrance." 

"Big entrance?"

Before he answers me, the car halts to a stop and Ollie steps out holding the door open for me. 

"Roll with it," he mimics Weston with a smirk playing on his lips. I roll my eyes at Ollie's sudden playfulness and ignore the gulping sound of Weston downing the rest of the champagne. 

While we walk up the steps towards the entrance, my fingers play with the ring. I feel the carved out insignia that represents the American mafia. Identical to one on Weston's signature ring. The one he now had accompanied by a silver band on his left ring finger. 

Before Weston's men open the main doors, he holds out his arm for me to take and I gladly do. I hate crowds.

As the doors open, I hear the music come to silence and see every head turn in our direction. 

"I thought we were early," I hiss at Weston who holds a straight face. This little bitch. 

"We're actually pretty late, sweetheart" He winks at me and addresses the crowd in a booming voice. 

As he speaks, I don't hear a word. 

My eyes are locked on a pair of brown ones across the floor.